the mahogany steed truges forth, head of mascu gingerly suspended from muscular crane. bordem and defeat had seeped over him, and now it was time to move on. each of his mares had departed, slowly but surely. one because of his supidity, and the others fore unkown reasons, prehaps there was some devilish monster to ravaged all the female inhabints of dale creek. how tragic. but now he strode to the crystal pool, lowering the velvet mug on the tip of his chisled crainul case to sip at the water gently, liquids trickling down and waiting his throught as the went. thorns strained forward as nares of stud catch the scent of another, a lady. his head cocks to one side as orbs seek out the pallid and shadowed fae, quite a nice contrasting combonation to gaze upon. hes vocals called out gently to her, fore legs walking around his hind to pivot until he is facing her. mahogany tendrils of the beast cascade down his neck and facial features, deep pool-like oricles peer from the shadows made by silken strands from which he is shaded. the pendulum on the studs supple hind quarters ticks irratically from side to side, sometimes in simple bordem and others for the purpose of warding off impeading little buggers. mug pops out as neck gently extends forth, wuffling sofly as he approaching, now standing a meer foot from her, gazing inquisitively he retracts probiscus to tuck in and offer a more rich and husky greeting in her direction.

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