dont flinch [freedoms warlord]

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[bg=58606d] Mindless. Life was pretty mundane. It was lacking a certain spice or zest. Something to give Outkast something to be excited about. The strawberry roan had simply been living his life like a robot to an extent. He went through the motions of everyday. Other wise he lacked any reason for life. The ladies he talked to were mindless. Some of them dumber then a box of rocks. It honestly did nothing for my brute to speak to these women yet he did so as part of his daily habits. They were just so easy to feed the lines too. It amazed him how dumb they could be. Then again maybe they just played dumb because that was their role in life? Look here Outkast was battling over the questions of life and he almost walked right into a busily flowing spring. The muscular stag halted and bent down to drink for a moment. His thorns twisting on his head in every direction listening for danger. That was the most nerve wracking part about being alone. There is safety in number and he never had anyone to watch his back in moments like this when he is fully vulnerable. He would take several large gulps and lift his head to peer around. Dreads dangled from his thick neck as his green eyes constantly scan the surrounding area. ”speech” Featuring;; OutKast ll six ll 16.2h ll Mutt ll Green ll strawberry roan ll Tags;;freedom (warlord) Muse;;spanish mouse... Notes;; boys need boy time too:-) Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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[atrb=width,575,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=040800] Nothing was happening. No, that's only what it seemed. In reality, the sun was slowly burning the hide off the powerful brute. The one who had recently became somewhat known. Not amongst males, nor amongst power-seekers (sadly), but among mares. His life was so tangled. All he needed was a herd, and an immense amount of respect. How the hell did all these girls keep getting thrown at him? It's your own damn fault Warlord. he kept telling himself. Your the slut here. It could be true. Despite the confusion and seemingly endless problems, the stud had become stronger, his draft horse muscles were getting put to work so often. He was a fearsome sight. The steed may not be towering, but his expression and build told his story. The story of a fighter, a lover, and not someone you could trust right off the bat. His lumbering steps thudded bluntly on the earth and clattered on bits of stone. His dappled skin stretched tight over his bulging fit draft frame. Although his fitness was excellent, scars still stuck out, proving that he wasn't someone to tick off. He wasn't just working out for the sake of looking good. His head bobbed lazily and he asked himself why he was outside in the Summer heat, again. What in the world had brought him here? His piercing blue eyes cast over the lush greenery, as if it was the terrain's own fault. He wasn't expecting to actually spot another standing there. His short ears pricked up in genuine curiosity. He continued his walk a bit quicker, wondering who this was. It seemed like he only ever saw Norml and complete strangers every day. "Hello?" His voice rumbled, worn from its years of work. The other was a male. A male he had heard rumors about. Outkast. He was said to be some sort of 'wonder with mares.' Maybe he could help... Nah, that's too strange. Then again, nothing really is too strange. Though he didn't know when he would see another male again, better try and make the best of it. Hopefully his dastardly appearance wouldn't scare him. No, he was much too tall. Too confident probably, most tall horses are so. "I've heard of you, Outkast is it?" he continued, stopping a short yard or two away. "Speech" Tags;; Madmare Outkast Muse;; Good Notes;; Aww! That's awful! I'm sorry :( Credits;; Table by Wicked Sama; all images are copyright to their rightful owners || Warlord || Stallion || Seven || Percheron x Orlov Trotter || Dapple Grey || Black moon on shoulder (Passed onto Foals) || 16'1hh || Blue eyes || Respectable || Strong ||

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[bg=58606d] Large red stag heard the hoof falls of another fairly large equine. He snorted at his approach. Somewhat brawny dappled grey with scars peppering his pelt. OutKast steadied his green orbs on the other male while he spoke. He knew my boys name, had heard of him. This intrigued the mutt. However it was left for later discussion. What was most important now was what the brute wanted from him. He broke his gaze for a moment to lower his head and take another gulp. He looked back to the other male and spoke. ”Yes, I know you are Warlord, one of the saints cave crawlers. ” Now keep in mind it was hard for my boy to hold his temper with males. He lived in a bachelor herd for many years which made him sour to the male presence. Power and corruption amongst the brothers caused wounds and hate. Not to mention shortly after his arrival in Mustang he was attacked by a stud for talking to a mare on his land. So here he was, having a civil conversation with this male trying not to let anger leak into his voice or body language. Tough he did stand up right with his head held high. His chest is broad and his shoulder, legs, and rump are muscular. He steadied his attention back to Warlord. ”So can I help you?” He looked at the dappled questioningly. Featuring;; OutKast ll six ll 16.2h ll Mutt ll Green ll strawberry roan ll Tags;;Warlord Muse;;blinding Notes;; so yea some of it good some of it not so much haha run with it:-X Credits;; Table by Its a secret; all images are copyright to their rightful owners [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true]

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