12-17-2016, 05:37 AM
Ghast bit the apple, curious if anything else would be as sweet. He shifted his weight, thinking about mares. He had seen many strange horses here, but the one he saw next caught his attention.
He had been watching a dark mare all morning, thinking about herds. Ghast finially left his mothers side. He was only one, but dang, that second year was swiftly approaching. And with it, the fun could begin. He could start a small herd, raise a few kids..
"You hoo!" a mare calls, breaking his train of thought. Ghast looks up, an ebony vixen caught his attention. She had one ething that impressed him, though.
That EPIC hoof.
He flirtatiously grinned, approaching the duo.
"Love your hoof. It compliments your eyes." he said, then turned to the other mare.
This mare was slightly different from the other, as in she was nearly like his mom. Only cuter. She seemed lovely, but somthing was wrong. He could feel it.
"Are you OK? Is there any way I can help?" Ghast could feel concrn take his brow. His voice was like hot cocoa during a blizzard. His bay coat shining in the early autumn sun.
His cream flag flowing in the fall breeze. He hated saddness, and did all he could to rid this wonderful land of it.
He had been watching a dark mare all morning, thinking about herds. Ghast finially left his mothers side. He was only one, but dang, that second year was swiftly approaching. And with it, the fun could begin. He could start a small herd, raise a few kids..
"You hoo!" a mare calls, breaking his train of thought. Ghast looks up, an ebony vixen caught his attention. She had one ething that impressed him, though.
That EPIC hoof.
He flirtatiously grinned, approaching the duo.
"Love your hoof. It compliments your eyes." he said, then turned to the other mare.
This mare was slightly different from the other, as in she was nearly like his mom. Only cuter. She seemed lovely, but somthing was wrong. He could feel it.
"Are you OK? Is there any way I can help?" Ghast could feel concrn take his brow. His voice was like hot cocoa during a blizzard. His bay coat shining in the early autumn sun.
His cream flag flowing in the fall breeze. He hated saddness, and did all he could to rid this wonderful land of it.