Helping Gentleman (Arizona)

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/spxif8.jpg] [scrolly:h(270),w(466),sy,c()] The black bay gentleman stroled leisurely over warn paths laiden through the western terran taking it quite easy still babying his back leg. With a limp, though not as painful anymore on the inside was a healing gash from a dreadful slip at the canyons. At which he'd met a rather lovely older mare than he that kept his mind full of thoughts, her kindness was such a rather rare occurance. So many young fillies now days were so self-centered and rude, just use a stud for the spring to up and leave them without the right to see their legacy be born. Shaking his visage lightly at the thoughts, why would a mare not stay with the stallion for the protection they could provide. Or perhaps it was the fact the young generations were becoming more and more arrogant and self-pleasing. Oh Castial just didn't know or understand it all. Pulling to a stop as he lowered his facade to let cold clear water pass his kissers, Castial drank the crisp refreshing water. This was a beautiful place and surprised not more ventured to come and revel in it. It was one of his more favorite places to disappear to as it was very peaceful, as it truly was an oasis to quench not just the body but the soul as well. After a long drink he raised his dial letting it pivot, droplets of liquid crystal fell from his chin back to the mother source. Breathing the clean air in deeply as his chocolate orbs softly gazed upon the area, pleasent thoughts of spending afternoons grazing at the grass with his new lead Xarkla. Yes he'd submitted to just being a common stallion of a herd, but only because of such a maiden was the lead. A kind hearted mare that knew the ways of the world and wouldn't be over run by it, so inspiring to still see. A soft smile set on his lips, the gladiator's head dipped again to touch the waters. Yes it was spring and there were horomones filling the air everywhere, Cas had come to learn to control himself from acting of a mindless bumbling brute out to only prick every womb he came in contact with. No that wasn't this stallions ways and never would be, to do such a deed he'd have to be asked by the lady first daft him if he ever were to press the manner forcefully onto them. It's how he had conducted his herd before coming to MUSTANG, the mares would only be laiden with foal if they pleased to be not according to the stallions physical needs. After geting his fill Castial walked several paces up a slope to graze at the tender spring grass and enjoy the suns soft rays on his back. Castial/Stallion/10yrs/QHxTbMix/loner/16'1/blackbay

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Arizona trotted briskly through the western territory. Her auds were pricked, aware of every possible danger. She was old and had her fair share of experiences. When she was five she had given birth to twins and at the ahes of seven and nine, two more foals. Each of her children had moved on now, having their own foals and she was once again left to herself. Arizona had never been a loud, social butterfly of a mare. Never had she been obnoxious and conceited like most young mares and fillies. It was a disgrace to the equine speices for them to frolic around. The champagne mare had never been one for herds and made a bigger effort to avoid ones with silly, young mares as lead mare.

This land, MUSTANG, was new to her. Never had she seen something so different in these lands. She heard that in one land, a thicket grew out of the ground and butterflies flittered around it in a giant, colorful, neon cloud. The amber champagne mare slowed as she traveled down a steep little dirt bank, in front of her lay a little pond. An oasis. Paradise in a desert. Her hazy blue, almost navy eyes groomed the water and the horizon looking for an possible signs of life that pointed towards equines.

Her hazy pools located movement and she smiled slightly, recognizing an equine'profile in the warm spring sun. The dark mahogany beast was striding up a bank to reach the tender grass that awaited. From his scent she realized he was a male, making her slightly wary. Only when she focused in on his slightly disturbed movements did she realize he was limping from a wound. A material instinct Arizonapssesed as a foal made her circle the body of water and near him cautiously. "Sir, are you all right? I saw you limping." Arizona asked softly but directly. So meant young stallions tried to act tough and ignore their wounds, hopefully he would admit he was hurt and not brush it off. She peered down at his back leg, just out of his space bubble to look at the gash. A relieved sigh came from her velveteen kissers as she saw the gash had begun to heal. She looked back up at the stallion with a troubled look.

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/spxif8.jpg] [scrolly:h(270),w(466),sy,c()] As lyrics floated to receivers the strong scent of a mare approaching filled his nares, lifting his crown to meet the sight of a gentle sight for the eyes. Swollowing this last morsals of green within his mussle he smiled warmly to the champagne maiden. Conserned words were her first to him, and by looks of it he was blessed with the presence of another lady older than he. Not minding the idea of being able to attract the older mares, it ment no drama love struck fillies to deal with. Reasonable and wise with age, Castial was becoming very pleased by his fortune. Bowing his crown to the mare, "Yes I am fine, just a few days old scrape. Just tender is all." He said softly in his gentle deep tone, not even touching the fact it was spring the breeding season. It was normal for young brutes to jump straight to that and try to take any womb in sight, not him never he was one of old fashion respect and honor. " Ma'am I am Castial, a common stallion of Sandy Creek. It is a pleasure to meet you. Thankyou for your worry." Trying not to blabber on but be straight and informative as well as give his gratitude for another to care about him. Of all a stranger to worry if another stranger was okay, it was rare to find these modern days, hoping he'd strike it off well with her to at least make a friendship. Cas no doubt would charrish a more serious and trusting friendship with an older mare than that of a flimsy flutter crush of a young filly toying with strings. Castial/Stallion/10yrs/QHxTbMix/loner/16'1/blackbay

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A pleasent smile took place of the amber champagne's features. The crease between her hazy blue eyes smoothed ever so slightly, but her eyes revealed her longing to heal the stranger. "Oh dear, it looks bad. It must've hurt something awful when you got it. What caused it? I'm Arizona by the way or Ari if you prefer." Arizona said tenderly. It's a pleasure to meet you, Castial. I'm new here and I haven't reached out to any herd leaders about joining them. There are so many troublesome youths these days, it's hard to find a herd I can enjoy." Arizona said before stopping, warmth rising in her cheeks. She didn't want to scare off a possible friend with her rambling. He seemed to be a respectful gentleman who knew how to be polite. A relief from what she had lived with. Controlling stallions with huge egos or foolish colts who would do anything to be seen with an older mare, it was sickening really, the company she had kept for the last year.

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[atrb=background,http://i42.tinypic.com/spxif8.jpg] [scrolly:h(270),w(466),sy,c()] This mare had a soft caring look as brown optics trailed her glance to his wound, he'd very much like to be her company often the more he'd get to know her. Castial could tell that already, giving a soft chuckle, "Yes it did hurt quite a bit after the adrenaline cooled down. I almost took a fall off the canyon ledge, the rocks crumbled underneith my hoof, I'm very lucky I'm not at the bottom of the rocks...." Smiling as yes he was getting older technically but could still get himself out of sticky situation. Had he been real old and feeble his life would have been gone forever after that ledge. Stepping forth the shadow bay stud extended his mussle forward to give a more personal greeting, softly touching the brim of his nares to hers. A more formal respectful greeting of the horse species. "I understand of not wanting those bothersome youngens crowding around you. Arizona.." He let her name roll of his tongue, pondering on it and letting it sink into his mind to ensure he remembered it. " I am of a herd I believe you would like then. Sandy Creek, a herd lead by a mare well older than I that will not stand for foolish youngsters romping around everywhere. It's a peaceful land too as well. " Giving up resources he knew, Castial rather hoped she'd keep his herd in mind. Already liking the mare believing she'd make a good trustworthy friend to enjoy a peaceful day of grazing grass with. No doubt she had to have wisdom to as she did not favor the younger generations either. Castial/Stallion/10yrs/QHxTbMix/loner/16'1/blackbay

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