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10-27-2013, 08:45 PM
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| The other male had become mute to the world, and seemed to not respond when Antero had spoke. The winged stallion brushed it off and turned his attention to the female who, with his prompting of words, turned a quick foot and rattled off an introduction. He was bemused by her sweet voice and tender words, which were incredibly welcoming considering the situation. Antero, within his own mind, would have presumed some serious questioning from these new compatriots - after all, a strange horse in a strange land was something that usually didn't just pass unnoticed or unobserved. Casually, he wondered whether or not the same sort of thing had happened to Vladic; had he been greeted, and offered a home? It caused a small smile to dance on his lips, the thought of the old bastard being bombarded with offers. And of course, he would have been - who could resist the allure of having a well-appointed General in their herd? Antero considered, for a moment, his own options - perhaps it would be wise to take up this blind mare's offer. She was pretty enough, yes, and that alone may have been enough to sway a younger stud, but the earnest tone of her voice and by the relaxed nature of her body language. Surely, her other senses were heightened, and her ability to communicate with bodily expression was likely a trait not found elsewhere. And so, the bay decided - he would take up Rasta's offer. "Indeed, the pleasure is mine," The words flowed more freely now as his comfort level with the situation rose. He may have been a man of few words, but he had a high level of couth and propriety and would extend this courtesy to the pale mare. "I will take your offer, if it stands truthfully. I've travelled far - a new environment would be refreshing." He nodded, walking closer to the mare to extend his nose to her, in an effort to propose a standard horse greeting - exhaling into her own nostrils, and then inhaling, he gathered her scent and the scent of her home, committing it quickly to memory. |
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