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08-17-2012, 06:42 AM
Unicorn | Stallion | Ten | 14.0 hands
Ned lifted his head and turned his charcoal gaze on the red stallion that had approached him and asked what had happened. Was he blind? With the cuts and scars that littered his body it was obvious that he had been fighting. His thick tail slapped against his flanks as his limping gait halted. His ears tilted toward the stallion and he snorted quietly, but before he could speak the red one was speaking again. "Ned." He said, his voice cracking from disuse. The little white stallion cleared his throat before speaking again. "Ye be lookin' fer horned equines." He stated. "Why not winged or just plain equines?" Again, his tail slapped against his flanks, but he was still otherwise, his dark gaze studying the red beast. "I be returnin' from a land reeling with the effects of a race war." He informed Ricciardo. "I be havin' no interest in a herd that only be allowin' unicorns." Ned already assumed that the red one would claim there was no racism. He might be right, but even if there was no racism there was elitism and he wanted no part of it. 
Horses: colourize-stock | Breathless-dkBackground: resuregesky: em4nu@flickr.comManip: AquiloniusLupus |
