06-05-2015, 11:22 AM
The respectful nod goes rather farther with Texas than it might with another horse. He doesn’t return it of course, but appreciates in nonetheless. Though for the most part he’s content to dwell in anonymity, he takes what he can get to tide him over.
He’d come to terms several months past that he’s no longer a striking young stallion, but enough hours staring in the still pools in the granite of the waterfall have confirmed that he is still attractive –albeit in as a silver fox. That’s acceptable (he’ll spare time the pleasure of killing him of old age if he ever becomes truly decrepit), and he’s content.
The bay stallion has also come to terms with the fact that the majority of the pretty mares are probably his own descendants and has, for the most part, avoided any sort of untoward flirtation. This mare, while certainly one of the more interestingly colored creatures that he’s come across, is probably some great granddaughter; hell, she’s probably the result of Vain’s prolific tendencies and has inherited her insanity from Prague.
As we all know, joining the Amazons is a certifiable sign of madness and general mental instability. They’re fun for a quick roll in the sack, but ask them to do any sort of logical thinking and they start shouting obscenities and threatening you with the ‘Might of the Sisterhood’. (Texas doesn’t speak much with the mothers of his children anymore).
So he’s pleasantly surprised when the grullo mare plays along rather than become offended, and Texas nods his grizzled head pleasantly. Perhaps this Amazon is having a good day. “She might be,” he tells the spotted mare, turning away momentarily to call for the silver queen. She’ll be best able to answer the question after all, even if Texas is personally biased against the female kingdom.
“What does an alliance with the Jungle entail these days?” He asks as they wait, knowing that Shatter Me will likely be along shortly. “Friendly steals, challenges, and the like? Aid in war?” The Falls has no army to speak of other than himself and Tyrna, but he’s well aware that the rest of the kingdoms know that. They also know that only the Falls has healing water, and that is enough to keep them more than protected. “I assume you know that we’ve recently decided to preserve our resources and offer the healing waters only to kingdoms that we are allied with. The treaties that we held with other kingdoms still stand in terms of peace, but not access to the water.”
He’d come to terms several months past that he’s no longer a striking young stallion, but enough hours staring in the still pools in the granite of the waterfall have confirmed that he is still attractive –albeit in as a silver fox. That’s acceptable (he’ll spare time the pleasure of killing him of old age if he ever becomes truly decrepit), and he’s content.
The bay stallion has also come to terms with the fact that the majority of the pretty mares are probably his own descendants and has, for the most part, avoided any sort of untoward flirtation. This mare, while certainly one of the more interestingly colored creatures that he’s come across, is probably some great granddaughter; hell, she’s probably the result of Vain’s prolific tendencies and has inherited her insanity from Prague.
As we all know, joining the Amazons is a certifiable sign of madness and general mental instability. They’re fun for a quick roll in the sack, but ask them to do any sort of logical thinking and they start shouting obscenities and threatening you with the ‘Might of the Sisterhood’. (Texas doesn’t speak much with the mothers of his children anymore).
So he’s pleasantly surprised when the grullo mare plays along rather than become offended, and Texas nods his grizzled head pleasantly. Perhaps this Amazon is having a good day. “She might be,” he tells the spotted mare, turning away momentarily to call for the silver queen. She’ll be best able to answer the question after all, even if Texas is personally biased against the female kingdom.
“What does an alliance with the Jungle entail these days?” He asks as they wait, knowing that Shatter Me will likely be along shortly. “Friendly steals, challenges, and the like? Aid in war?” The Falls has no army to speak of other than himself and Tyrna, but he’s well aware that the rest of the kingdoms know that. They also know that only the Falls has healing water, and that is enough to keep them more than protected. “I assume you know that we’ve recently decided to preserve our resources and offer the healing waters only to kingdoms that we are allied with. The treaties that we held with other kingdoms still stand in terms of peace, but not access to the water.”
T E X A S
immortal silver bay hybrid stallion
king of the falls