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Actions | "Speech" | Thought
Birdsong had thoroughly unfurled over the forest and everywhere Tio looked, new growth and various mating rituals were taking place. From birds twittering and dancing around each other, to males of various species fighting over rights to procreate. The frenzy was evident everywhere, and yet Tio stood dejectedly in his hollow, hidden away from the world, out of embarrassment. He spared a glare at his leg, unsure of it's stability. He had tried rearing a few times to see if he could perform this season, and the results weren't looking very promising so far. Rearing required his knee to bend and it would not do so without excruciating pain.
The stallion struggled to his hooves with a splash. Thinking it was best if he at least cleaned himself up a bit, he had taken a roll in the shallows of a nearby stream. Water streamed off his body and carried with it all the dust and dirt that had built up on his coat. He rolled onto his other side and scrubbed his coat into the pebbly stream bed by kicking up his back legs and twisting himself to roll all the way over to his other side. Huffing, he stood and shook the excess water off of his back. Sunlight streaming through the canopy glittered off his soaked form. His mane and tail were both clumped into thick ropy strands, clumped together by the water. She shook his mane vigorously and that seemed to break up the ropey clumps into smaller ones.
As he limped out of the stream, he caught wind of company on the oncoming breeze that chilled him dry. He snorted at the scent of a mare in season. Great. Just great. When I can't do anything, they come to tease me. He felt his mood sour, but still, he thought he'd be better off seeking her out anyways. He wanted to see who it was who had come this deep into his part of the forest.
Limping through the undergrowth, he eventually came to a painted unicorn mare who was too busy biting at her own tail to notice that she was no longer alone. "Ahem." He cleared his throat to get her attention and tried not to look like he was favoring his crippled leg. It wouldn't do for her to reject him for thinking he was unhealthy. As he stood there, his eyes could not help but to rove over her form, judging the offspring she could carry forth, and growing appreciative as he did so. She was pretty, despite the horn that adorned her head. he paid it no mind, he didn't usually care about a horse's extra things- whether you had wings, or were adorned with horns... or both. He figured the creator gave them gifts to used as they pleased and set no stock over whether one was better than the other.
What he was worried about was whether or not he could trust his genetics to produce the correct effect by covering her. She seemed fit enough, and that was all that truly mattered to him.
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Antheia, played by Clo
This is Tio, being a pervert as usual. xD
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