08-26-2016, 08:34 AM
Dungaree heard noises, much like one fighting. He looked up from his grazing. The small stallion nickered a greeting to the young colt. Then Dungaree watched the cold battle, practice. He looked impressed at the foal. Dungaree shook, spraying snow off his thick, night colored pelt. His blue eyes like bits of the summer sky forever trapped, he watched as he approached. He slowly walked forward.
"Hello," he said, "I'm Dungaree. I noticed your fighting skills. You seem well trained. Could you teach me, if I may so as ask?"
Dungaree hoped he hadn't put the youngster off by his knowledge.
(OOC: Sorry it's short and pathetic. Hope you can work with it!)
"Hello," he said, "I'm Dungaree. I noticed your fighting skills. You seem well trained. Could you teach me, if I may so as ask?"
Dungaree hoped he hadn't put the youngster off by his knowledge.
(OOC: Sorry it's short and pathetic. Hope you can work with it!)