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12-07-2013, 03:06 PM
The white stallion wandered the Threshold forest once more in search of more horses that were in need of a home, full of loving family and protection. Arrane was proud to be part of the Foothills, and would never deny it in the presence of other prejudiced horses. Today was another beautiful day for him, even though the sun was beating down on his back on his journey from the sloping hills to the forest.
The looming trees served as a relief for him from the vicious rays of the sun. Entering the woods, he was enveloped by shade and pockets of sunlight here and there. Shadows lurked in the corners, but the stallion would never fear this forest. It was a beautiful place of hope. The birds chattered away high in the trees, and the lad swished his tail with contempt. Farther off, a feminine laugh sounded through out the place, drawing interest.
Pricking up his ears, Arrane picked up pace to find who was the cause of the sound. Cyan orbs caught sight of a buckskin mare, and Arabian like him, calling out. With a friendly smile, the stallion made himself present and spoke with friendly vocals. "Hello Miss", emerging from the trees, he bowed his head with respect. "My name is Arrane of the Foothills", pausing and taking a breath, he continued. "What brings you here on this lovely day?" His voice was sincere, and he kept himself distanced from the mare to not cause discomfort.
The looming trees served as a relief for him from the vicious rays of the sun. Entering the woods, he was enveloped by shade and pockets of sunlight here and there. Shadows lurked in the corners, but the stallion would never fear this forest. It was a beautiful place of hope. The birds chattered away high in the trees, and the lad swished his tail with contempt. Farther off, a feminine laugh sounded through out the place, drawing interest.
Pricking up his ears, Arrane picked up pace to find who was the cause of the sound. Cyan orbs caught sight of a buckskin mare, and Arabian like him, calling out. With a friendly smile, the stallion made himself present and spoke with friendly vocals. "Hello Miss", emerging from the trees, he bowed his head with respect. "My name is Arrane of the Foothills", pausing and taking a breath, he continued. "What brings you here on this lovely day?" His voice was sincere, and he kept himself distanced from the mare to not cause discomfort.
