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a nice stop. |OPEN

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Hrothgar .and. Beowulf
pegasi | stallions | 18.3hh(each) | 13 years(each) | outcasts | twins | Hrothgar-Black | Beowulf-White


Another joined in on the scene. Some big brute with the a rather distrusting tone. No matter where the two drafts go, this followed them. A rare case would someone just come along and treat them gently and like real adults. That would please Gar and with Gar pleased, Beo was. The children before them danced around like foolish unpleasant fuck nuts with a dog. When Archibald spoke they wished death upon themselves and the dog began growling, both twins looked to each others face. An eyebrow raising in surprise and then the unforgiving laughter. A deep rumble of pure amusement. Both of the studs were at the least bit worried and continued to fall rather relaxed under confidence.

"Mmm... yes. It would seem as a chief you'd have the right to do so but I'm sure you do not approach others the way you have us." a smirky grin running from his lips. Beowulf could feel the tensing feelings coming from his brothers mind. A twin instinct. A grin came across the white in an instant, "Do we intimidate you?" ears flattening to his neck. Hrothgar stepped forwards to the dog, not worry a bit about the mangy mutt. If it lunged forward in attempt to attack, he would have no problem stomping its red blood into the falling snow. His master along with it. The pupil-less eyes of the brother gave the trio no signs of who he was truly staring at but if the white mare could feel it. His gaze was rather hastily running across her skin.

"Darlin, we don't have a certain destination. Therefor we do not know the place we happen to need be, again. We're here to rest. You all have no reason to fret, I nor my brother wish to fuck around with the little kingdom your creating. We don't wish to drowned you down with drama. If you allow us time to rest we'll be gone by morning." black eyes then turning with his head aimed towards Evers. Next his cranium fixing on Archibald. The 'warrior' he did not fear. Rather felt pity for him to be protecting such a useless, small king. Beowulf's grin wiped right off his face then. Serious business set across his tones now. He agreed, he needed rest.

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"Hrothgar speaks."
"Beowulf speaks."


Messages In This Thread
a nice stop. |OPEN - by Hrothgar and Beowulf - 11-04-2012, 03:00 PM
RE: a nice stop. |OPEN - by Evers - 11-06-2012, 07:12 AM
RE: a nice stop. |OPEN - by Svetlana - 11-06-2012, 06:10 PM
RE: a nice stop. |OPEN - by Hrothgar and Beowulf - 11-06-2012, 06:49 PM
RE: a nice stop. |OPEN - by Archibald - 11-07-2012, 12:04 AM
RE: a nice stop. |OPEN - by Evers - 11-12-2012, 06:15 PM
RE: a nice stop. |OPEN - by Svetlana - 11-12-2012, 06:36 PM
RE: a nice stop. |OPEN - by Hrothgar and Beowulf - 11-13-2012, 07:45 PM
RE: a nice stop. |OPEN - by Archibald - 11-17-2012, 03:19 PM

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