06-06-2017, 03:43 PM
Everything changed since the last time he was here in beqanna, since he had a little family and a daughter too. But now everyone was scattered and he hasn't seen not heard from his family for such a long while he had just lost hope. So here he was a line stallion in the meadows. The red roan sighed softly as the sun beat down on his pelt making his body start to slick with sweat and his long mane stick uncomfortably against his neck.
He watched warily as he passed aplethera of horses varying with colors and traits. None of whom he wished to talk to so he maneuvered his lithe 16.2 hand tall form toward a group of trees offering shade from the relentless Sun. But he soon figured out that he wasn't alone. Not I'm the least. His green eyes assessed her form, she was smaller than him by a little and her pelt a pretty dark honey color and her mane just as white as the first snow fall. He bowed his head slightly in politeness.
"The shade feels nice doesn't it? By the way my name is Skullu you can call me Skull." he said his tone rich it soft at the same time like melting butter on silk. He had always been the kind strong protective type. He doesn't have a cruel bone in his body unless you mess with someone who means dearly to the stag.
"By the way, what is you name miss?" he said chuckling softly and cocking his head to the said his vibrant green eyes alight with humor.
He watched warily as he passed aplethera of horses varying with colors and traits. None of whom he wished to talk to so he maneuvered his lithe 16.2 hand tall form toward a group of trees offering shade from the relentless Sun. But he soon figured out that he wasn't alone. Not I'm the least. His green eyes assessed her form, she was smaller than him by a little and her pelt a pretty dark honey color and her mane just as white as the first snow fall. He bowed his head slightly in politeness.
"The shade feels nice doesn't it? By the way my name is Skullu you can call me Skull." he said his tone rich it soft at the same time like melting butter on silk. He had always been the kind strong protective type. He doesn't have a cruel bone in his body unless you mess with someone who means dearly to the stag.
"By the way, what is you name miss?" he said chuckling softly and cocking his head to the said his vibrant green eyes alight with humor.