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Post by nala on Jun 20, 2012 20:29:30 GMT -5
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The spunk in the pony called Ray was far above the rest. Coming from the swamp he lived and breathed family, and although his legs couldn't carry him across the territory as quickly as most equines, Ray knew about the new batch of foals old Hoss had produced before winter had hit. The stallion trotted briskly towards the most likely camp of the most lovely ladies and their newest additions to the family. It was nearly morning, but light still evaded the land and caused Ray's hindquarter markings to illuminate his path. This abnormal trait that the equine had been born with was a source of pride, not shame, and his bouncy step showed it off as much as it could.
Lu-adies! Where y'all be at na? I got's to see me sum ya chilluns for y'all has the next batch of em! He called out with his friendly tenor tone, a smile widening across his face as he approached. You couldn't not love Ray.
OOC: MAH. not much to say but he has to meet the herd and the "chilluns" sometime! Anyone can post here! Maybe we can make it a herd thread?
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Post by Hud Levine on Jun 21, 2012 11:33:17 GMT -5
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It wasn't long before Ray was met with a gamboling baby boy unable to control his energy. Upon hearing the pony's call, Hoke had taken off into a sprint from his mother and sister, barreling into poor Ray's side and falling backwards to his rear end. Shaking his head quickly, the sitting foal looked up at the small horse with a curious expression, eyeing his strange posterior.
Letting out a small nicker, he remembered what his father had told him about excusing himself when he did something at the expense of someone else. "S-sorr-ee," he uttered, his speech still underdeveloped and garbled at this point in his development. The foal's spindly legs found their footing and the colt stood up now, his eyes never leaving the glowing patches of fur around the pony's tail area. He'd never seen anything like it; then again, as a foal, he'd never seen many things. Perhaps this was normal.
No regard for decency quite yet, he awed over the pony's attribute, assuming that he was a colt just like him.
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