Okay.
So our dashing hero decides to wander on in to the field. Now, he's not the best with words and in fact, the whole asking a lady to see if she wants to come home with him is kind of a foreign concept. In fact, he never really even asks their name first.
And today is no different.
Setting the scene: The winged zebroid is moving along at a lazy pace. He's recently been exhausted with the season of spring. Besides his late humping of a few mares, the tall stallion is rather bored. The girls are cranky with friggen hormones or they're crying about swollen hooves and feeling like something called 'beached whales'. Whatever the hell those things are...if they say they feel like a 'whale' then they must be one. Meh.
He shrugs this off with a smirk and little kisses on the cheeks and pats on the butts, telling them they're lovely as the day they met. Blah blah blah. Mari wished they'd hurry up and squeeze out the kids so they could get to making another one. *wiggly non-existent brow* BUT it just so happens to be Mari's luck today (as we get back to our settling) to see a lone mare by herself in the field. The striped ashy male moves upon thick limbs towards the russet form, green pools just gobbling her up. She is smaller than he, lithe and taunt. A smirk touches his features, shadows touching his handsome features. He had a kind of jerky attitude but at least his gifted face saved him from shame of rejection. Bitches love the handsome asshole. They're irresistible (and don't act like you haven't dated a hot douche bag guy because we all have). Any who, Mari nears the pretty little thing with a smirk. She seems to be having a bit of an internal struggle so Mari decides to help her out with at least one problem and promptly walks up near her side, reaches out with those pearly incisors and gives a neat little clip. "Hi, I'm Marijuana and you're mine. We live at Echo Trails." He gives the female a little wink followed by a small chuckle. Riiiight about now should either be a hoof flying at him or some teeth to reciprocate his little nibble except much, much harder.
Goody.
He likes it rough.
Marijuana
all we need is some ice cream and a hug
