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Description

Lead Stalion: Dhalia 104
Featured Horse: Dhalia 104
Attempting to Claim mare

Dhalia tracker

Whispers-of-the-Wild

Gender: Mare
Phenotype: Smoky Black Splash
Genotype: Ee aa nCr nSpl
Age: 5
Longevity: 27
Anomalies: None

Location: Faraji Grassland

Prompt:

▹ RNG Rolls: Yes

▹ Healing: No

▹ Ageing: No
▹ Responding to: It seems that herd was running from another horse, a mare in fact.

▹ Word Count: 206
Dhalia snorted in annoyance as she almost fell into the sink hole, she mentally cursed the Warthog Herd as she watched them run away.
However she didn’t expect them to be running from a horse, a mare in fact.
The grey mare stopped next to Dhalia, glancing at her, obviously judging.
“What are you looking at?”
Dhalia answered, trotting around her with a small smile on her face.
The mare looked annoyed but smiled back shortly.
“It’s none of business.”
Dhalia was definitely interested on the mare, she was brave and short tempered definitely a match.
“So... are you new here?”
Dhalia tilted her head.
“I think everyone with a functioning brain can tell that if horse is rushing towards a biome they’re are certainly new. Yes I’m running from the drought.”
“Well then I suppose you don’t have a herd yet.”
“Bold of you to assume I need one.”
Dhalia snorted, her tongue was sharp, she will be a hard one.
“Well let me show you my territory and the other girls at my herd, maybe you will change your mind.”
“Ehh, I dont have nothing to lose so... Show me the way.”
Both mares walked side by side, in the darkness of the night.

Description

Lead Stalion: Dhalia 104
Featured Horse: Dhalia 104
Attempting to Claim mare

Dhalia tracker

Whispers-of-the-Wild

Gender: Mare
Phenotype: Smoky Black Splash
Genotype: Ee aa nCr nSpl
Age: 5
Longevity: 27
Anomalies: None

Location: Faraji Grassland

Prompt:

▹ RNG Rolls: Yes

▹ Healing: No

▹ Ageing: No
▹ Responding to: It seems that herd was running from another horse, a mare in fact.

▹ Word Count: 206
Dhalia snorted in annoyance as she almost fell into the sink hole, she mentally cursed the Warthog Herd as she watched them run away.
However she didn’t expect them to be running from a horse, a mare in fact.
The grey mare stopped next to Dhalia, glancing at her, obviously judging.
“What are you looking at?”
Dhalia answered, trotting around her with a small smile on her face.
The mare looked annoyed but smiled back shortly.
“It’s none of business.”
Dhalia was definitely interested on the mare, she was brave and short tempered definitely a match.
“So... are you new here?”
Dhalia tilted her head.
“I think everyone with a functioning brain can tell that if horse is rushing towards a biome they’re are certainly new. Yes I’m running from the drought.”
“Well then I suppose you don’t have a herd yet.”
“Bold of you to assume I need one.”
Dhalia snorted, her tongue was sharp, she will be a hard one.
“Well let me show you my territory and the other girls at my herd, maybe you will change your mind.”
“Ehh, I dont have nothing to lose so... Show me the way.”
Both mares walked side by side, in the darkness of the night.