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05-10-2016, 10:18 PM
Goddard was entirely focused on what he needed to do to plan ahead. He would need food, a safe place to rest, plenty of running water. He could take over an acre or two of meadow for his own until he found a contract and things settled down; no one would dispute the territory due to his size, and if a herd showed up it was unlikely they'd bother him. They would do as herds did, take what they want, and move on. If the territory was already owned...well, there were ways around that. Being such a huge size meant he could take quite a few kicks, and most stallions had to rear to try and bite his face or neck. The most they could do was glancing shots to the withers or shoulders.
Yes, the meadows would do just fine for his purposes. He was about to get on finding a small stream and maybe some thistle when a scent drifted across his nostrils. Another horse, and this close to the borders. He sighed and looked in the direction of the mare as she called to him and made herself known.
A pony. Tiny little thing would have to crane her head up like a stargazing mule to see him. He eyed her a moment. No. He got the sense she was some airheaded, bubbly little thing that would hang on his backside like a tick. However, with her being so close he couldn't do much about it. He heaved a sigh and let her approach. "Does your herd own this land?" he asked. That was really the only question he cared about; whether his privateering would bring a gang down on his head.
Yes, the meadows would do just fine for his purposes. He was about to get on finding a small stream and maybe some thistle when a scent drifted across his nostrils. Another horse, and this close to the borders. He sighed and looked in the direction of the mare as she called to him and made herself known.
A pony. Tiny little thing would have to crane her head up like a stargazing mule to see him. He eyed her a moment. No. He got the sense she was some airheaded, bubbly little thing that would hang on his backside like a tick. However, with her being so close he couldn't do much about it. He heaved a sigh and let her approach. "Does your herd own this land?" he asked. That was really the only question he cared about; whether his privateering would bring a gang down on his head.
