06-06-2017, 07:28 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-06-2017, 07:32 PM by The Tin Man.)
The Tin Man was minding his business as usual--his flank had healed with a moderate scar and he got along with everyone because MOST horses did that, so there hadn't really been anything to talk about.
Until now, when he'd scented a new arrival and started drifting ever closer as he grazed. He kept about fifteen or twenty yards back as someone else caught the new mare's attention, which was a pretty wise decision once Newbie started talking about how she was a princess and something-something-claiming, something-something-take-what-you-want, something-something-"I-ain't-leaving-without-a-fight."
"Oh no, another one." Yeah, he's staying right here.
Until now, when he'd scented a new arrival and started drifting ever closer as he grazed. He kept about fifteen or twenty yards back as someone else caught the new mare's attention, which was a pretty wise decision once Newbie started talking about how she was a princess and something-something-claiming, something-something-take-what-you-want, something-something-"I-ain't-leaving-without-a-fight."
"Oh no, another one." Yeah, he's staying right here.