These fermented apples were a delicacy this time of year and Chem was happy to return just in time to enjoy them. In the cool autumn breeze he plucked at them gingerly, his enormous size allowing him to consume a large amount he wasn’t willing to count. He knew exactly what he was doing, even sharing with a young bachelor passing by. The two shared in the fruit getting slightly drunker with each few and chuckling at one another’s slew of ruffian stories. The random meet ended with a friendly wrestle before the younger stallion shouted a ‘have a good one’ sort of phrase and moved off.
By now Chem’s head was delightfully swirling and he bears a rather stupid grin. His ears are flopped oddly and his steps are clunky as he makes his way to the burbling water’s edge. The pebbles shift and clatter underneath his hooves and the waters trickle louder at the disturbance in their flow. He lowers himself knees first into the shallow rush, flopping the last part of himself into the water with little control of his flop. The chilly water felt good, probably because his blood felt sort of hot.
“Well hello there.” His voice smooth and direct, so direct it is not apparent in his speech that he is tipsy. She has just come forward to start having a drink and maybe didn’t witness his descent into a laying position. Nevertheless he has the same predatory look burning in his radiant teal eyes and a crooked cheshire grin as usual. She is across from him on the opposite bank of a thin part of the River.
The other stallion's approach goes nearly unnoticed until he is right next to the mare offering his glittery assistance. Chemdog chuckles to himself and looks on unhelpfully. Perhaps she is fortunate the stallion came, or unfortunate, or perhaps it matters very little whether he is present or not.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
oi sorry i posted at nearly the same time and did not see the first reply!
i tried my best to include him in the end.
didn't mean to exclude i promise! <3
