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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    silver rings and gypsy bells; loken
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    As free as the wind and the birds that soar in it


    The roan colt was officially a year old, his father had three new children this year and allowed Loken to travel about at his own desires. Loken was rather curious to the life outside of his fathers herd, he was still young and new to life but he began to flirt with the idea of lust. Mares grew pretty to him, they made him feel a certain way that he can't explain. He did not want a bunch of mares like his father did, just one would do for him. But aside from the new interest in mares he was still young and innocent, and he truly just wanted to have a good time with his friends.

    He made the trip from his home in the Falls to the forest, it was always quiet possibly the most beautiful area during the spring. It was early morning, the air was still moist from the morning dew the flowers were just beginning to awake, opening there petals. It was slightly chilly, the sun was not fully up to provide the warmth. As he stood in the forest he looked around, there was plenty of mares with foals, a few stallions and some stragglers her has never seen before.

    His gaze stopped on a palomino mare, she was certainly young still, but appeared more mature than Loken himself. She was beautiful and he could stare at her all day, her mane and tail a beautiful crisp white, there was no staining in it. Every strand layed in place, almost like she brushed her hair every day; Her coat was shiny, almost like velvet. He hoped she was as easy to talk to as she was to look at, he slowly trotted her way stopping a couple times deciding if he really wanted to approach her. Finally agreeing with himself to approach her Hello, My name is Loken, May I ask your name? he asked with a confident voice(slightly high pitched since he is still a colt). His father never really talked to him about mares, Loken figured he was just supposed to figure it out on his own. The mare smelled pretty, like she has never rolled in dirt in her life, almost like she bathed in rose petals every day. He was intrigued to strike a conversation with her, curious to where she lived, and what brought her to the forest.


    Loken

    Son of Archam x LightningFlame



    @[Maribel]
    OOC: lol sorry if he sounds creepy! He is just learning that mares can be exciting
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    silver rings and gypsy bells; loken - by Maribel - 06-04-2016, 06:50 PM
    RE: silver rings and gypsy bells; loken - by Loken - 06-06-2016, 06:08 PM



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