03-29-2016, 04:52 PM
The Nokota stallion lets out a snort of frustration, as, for the second time in a week, the stallion by the name of Archam beats him to his target. This time, he sizes him up, wondering if he could stand up to the stallion in a fight if it came to that. He's around the same age as Titanium, perhaps a few seasons older, though Titanium knows all too well that a few seasons of experience can make all the difference in a fight. He is wary of approaching the same mare as Archam for a second time, but he resolves that he has no reason to be afraid of this stallion. Besides, he must claim his herd land before anyone else can beat him to it, and Archam is a possible threat to that.
So he sidles up to the pair, watching Archam carefully. He is not sure how to strategize this claim, certainly not forceful, so he will have to resort to other, more slippery tactics. "Hello," He nickers hesitantly, shaking his mane. "My name is Titanium. Would you care for some assistance?"
Bleeehhhh my writing's so lazy today. Oh well.
So he sidles up to the pair, watching Archam carefully. He is not sure how to strategize this claim, certainly not forceful, so he will have to resort to other, more slippery tactics. "Hello," He nickers hesitantly, shaking his mane. "My name is Titanium. Would you care for some assistance?"
Bleeehhhh my writing's so lazy today. Oh well.