12-09-2016, 08:31 PM
He plays amongst the wildflowers, dipping and snatching at their pretty heads playfully. The stallion, a full six summers now, has yet settled in one place, with one woman. He prefers a sporadic and nomadic life. Sleeping under the stars, moving with the summer and autumn equinox at his own will.
Nothing keeps him in one place more than a month or two at a time.
Not so long ago he had met a pretty gray genie with glittering eyes and a rather lovely hind end but she had ceased to cross his path again and so he moved on, placing her with everything else behind him.
Long limbs steady themselves as he draws himself to a halt, panting with sweat slicked skin. Deep blue eyes seek a water source, the scent of others simply ignored as he cared for as little interaction as possible that was out side some saucy little glances from mares.
A wide grin settles on his face when he spies a small stream cutting through the meadow. Long legs instantly set in motion is a rapid strut, head bobbing slightly as the warm winds occasionally comb through his platinum mane. A few passing glances are flitted over a small group of mares as they converse amongst themselves, Ragnar offers a little smirk and wobble to his head in a gesture of nonchalant carelessness before he dips low to indulge in the cold waters from the northern hills.
Nothing keeps him in one place more than a month or two at a time.
Not so long ago he had met a pretty gray genie with glittering eyes and a rather lovely hind end but she had ceased to cross his path again and so he moved on, placing her with everything else behind him.
Long limbs steady themselves as he draws himself to a halt, panting with sweat slicked skin. Deep blue eyes seek a water source, the scent of others simply ignored as he cared for as little interaction as possible that was out side some saucy little glances from mares.
A wide grin settles on his face when he spies a small stream cutting through the meadow. Long legs instantly set in motion is a rapid strut, head bobbing slightly as the warm winds occasionally comb through his platinum mane. A few passing glances are flitted over a small group of mares as they converse amongst themselves, Ragnar offers a little smirk and wobble to his head in a gesture of nonchalant carelessness before he dips low to indulge in the cold waters from the northern hills.