01-22-2016, 03:50 PM
"Well that's fortuitous." He smirks at the mare, still inspecting her closely. She is a passable specimen - pretty enough (as he'd already noted), with a good amount of flesh on her bones and a healthy shine to her coat. She would be decent enough to mother a child of his. "Because I do happen to be a herd stallion in need of a mare." He's certainly glad now that he'd approached her. There's no need for any pretext - a quick claim, and she will be his. "How about you join me in my herd land, the Mourning Mountain?"
OOC: If you like, we can pretend the breeding happens on the way to the Mountain so we don't have to worry about writing it out.
OOC: If you like, we can pretend the breeding happens on the way to the Mountain so we don't have to worry about writing it out.