nobody dies a virgin, life fucks us all
It doesn’t take long, though it never truly does. The winds whisper here, they whisper of new faces and whose homeless, as if to alert recruiters of their whereabouts. And of course, he is here for them to find, strapped in for the long run so to speak.
Mornin’, an effortless greeting as a roaned stallion appears next to him, seemingly mirroring Arquus’ gaze across the field like a coffee meeting before dispersal. Arquus turns his head slightly, just to catch a small glimpse of his new pal. He is well built--in comparison to Arquus--far more broad with feathered hooves and an abnormal amount of hair, as if winter is his usual thing. He is painted in a silver tint, with golden metallic highlights pulled through his mane. Handsome, surely, as handsome as Arquus would admit being a heterosexual male.
But, he is also secure enough to acknowledge that two handsome stallions can be paired together. He isn’t into the competitive bullshit, that takes too much time and emotional investment.
“Morning,” he responds chipper for friendship, and for a moment he inhales the sweet smell of field air to relish the occasion. To onlookers, they might even have been confused for old time friends with their shoulders inches from touch and their eyes so content on the view before them. As if here is where they come every morning to witness the hustle and bustle of recruitment.
“Ah, I am sick of the water here. I am in search of something new,” sarcasm is evident on his tone while he lets out a small chuckle, nonchalant about their conversation entirely and more than happy to enjoy the small talk while it is still small; less pressure this way. “Don’t suppose you know where I can find some good water, do you?”
ARQUUS
@[Leilan]