08-05-2015, 02:42 AM
A lone stallion wandered around the field, seeking clues to his past. All he knew was he was 6 and his name was Chezter. He looked around, unaware of the pangs of hunger in his gut. So far, he thought to hinself,no such luck. Then some instinct in him urged him to find a mare, instead of clues now.
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~Staying
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