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| Stallion :: Equine :: 17.3 :: 7 |
| Adoptable |
02-23-2013, 07:16 PM
(This post was last modified: 02-23-2013, 07:16 PM by Argetlam.)
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He felt judged. The stallion's eyes were hard, cold blue, and they stared into his amber, sharp and cruel, trying to decipher what secrets were laid out on the table. Persecuted, Argetlam amended, not judged. As if this stallion was trying to test him, see his willingness to rise to a challenge, to fight. Argetlam was no fighter; he dropped his gaze hastily, ears twitching back, head lowering slightly, feeling bizarrely cowed by the strange moment when eye contact was made.
Without a word, the yellow stallion moved into the space made by Argetlam, taking cover from the stubborn rain that kept falling, wet and cold, coming down quicker and quicker. Wet rain, cold rain, that soaks his sooty mane and tail, tangles it and knots it into stubborn knobs of hair that look little more than... lumps, really. Raindrops twist and drip on his face, down his forelock, until he shakes his head firmly, dislodging it stubbornly. He couldn't remember washing away the dirt from his brawny silver form in a long time, cleaning it of debris and dust. Why, he wondered. Why was that? Oh yes. Never had he really felt the urge to. But pressed nearly against the dun, he felt miserably that he should've taken some time to clean up, just a touch.
Interrupting the pitter-patter of falling drops, comes a harsh, blunt voice that awakens him quickly. "Foothills," Argetlam says easily, yet growing more uncomfortable by the minute beside the stallion who smells of wild-scent. Who was this stallion?
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