Sorry, The Heat Just Gets Me Every Time (Sophos)

[Freedom]

[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] The forest trees stood tall, they leaned and creaked in the wind. The stallion's footfalls were heavy and lumbering, his rump and withers bobbing at each step. Oh why did it have to be so hot? Sure, Spring wasn't the warmest season, but any heat was bad in Warlord's book. His tail, uncharacteristically long for his build, slapped his hide in irritation from the flies and warm thriving insects. A loud crack sounded behind him, not the kind that would come from a twig snapping by some heavy predator, non the less it was very much alive. Not the kind of animal liveliness, it was the sound of a plant. Being that he was in a pine forest it could only mean a pine tree was getting ready to fall. So, naturally the flight animal sped off at a trot. It was a slow gait on the uptake because of his draft horse body type. But soon enough the same drafty muscle warmed up for him to speed along the forest floor efficiently enough. Before long the stallion had slowed to a walk, then he stopped. His head turned almost lazily to look behind him. Sure enough, the forest was exactly as it had been, only there was one tree that had split half way. It could only be a matter of hours until it fell completely. For the first time since he'd entered the forest the horse expressed some sort of outward and obvious emotion, it wasn't that he hid his emotions, it was only that there was no one there to talk to, or express to for that matter. He smiled, not particularly kindly. Just a little grin, what for? Well, he was alive wasn't he? That tree, not so much. He stomped his foot and arched his dappled neck impressively, for who exactly? Well, let's face it, there's always a mare stalking Warlord somewhere. He stretched his neck out and gave a loud snort, then arched it again. Spring can't possibly be all that bad with mares around now could it? "Speech" Tags;; Sophos Muse;; Good Notes;; Do I have something to say? || Warlord || Stallion || Eight || Percheron x Orlov Trotter || Dapple Grey (Passed onto Foals) || Black moon on shoulder || 16'1hh || Blue eyes || Respectable || Strong ||

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Sophos Love

Sophos trotted through the forest her hooves sinking into the damp forest floor. She heard a loud crack. She broke into a swift gallop running from the sound. What had cracked? Bones? A tree maybe? Well whatever is was she was away from it. Suddenly the strong scent of stallion hit her. She turned and through the trees she made out a handsome stallion flexing his muscles and arching his neck. She slowly walked towards his direction. He was exactly what she was looking for. It was breeding season and her harmones were raging. She walked up to him flicking her tail in determintation. This was Warlord the great and she wanted a foal. He seemed strong enough. He pranced before him showing off her reflexes and her muscles. The quarter horse raced through her blood and she could out run any wolf or cougar.

"Well what do we have here? A strong muscular stallion like you waltzing around the forest during breeding season? That is strange... Strange indeed. Well lets get to it big boy." She pranced around him her sweet scent circling him. She was ready for this.