11-19-2016, 07:52 PM
.......Dahmer's ocean blue eyes follow the stallion as he crosses the field, the hoofbeats reverberating clearly in the crisp air. The black beast is still, and then a shiver creeps up his spine and somehow finds its way out of his nose in a snort. Disdain sits comfortably on Dahmer's face, though directed at the presence of winter and not that of the Arabian before him.
.......Supposing that his snort had drawn the attention of said unknown stallion, Dahmer flicks his blue eyes in the direction of the other and nods a small nod in greeting. His ears fail to rise from the tousled mess that is his black mane, a gruff voice erupting from his maw a few moments later. "I don't believe we were meant to endure weather colder than what we experience in the springtime." Another snort drops from his flared nostrils and the black Thoroughbred shifts his weight uncomfortably on the frozen earth.
......."Dahmer. And you are?"
.......The Arabian seems more comfortable traveling through Beqanna than Dahmer had felt at all since his arrival, and he catches himself wondering if this other stallion had lived here long, or if he had simply grown accustomed to travel.
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