Trust issues [Open]

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So you were never a saint
And I’ve loved in shades of wrong

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T rinten III

It wasn't till sunrise when he came around the new country, entering the wilderness with caution, still very unsure about his place in all of this and just who inhabited these lands. So far, he had't smelled many Equine around and Trinten wondered with panic if this land was infected and had killed off others before his arrival here. Trinten was already afraid of confronting another horse, after all he wasn't sure if he held any of the sickness that had almost killed off his entire herd or if he wasn't a carrier of it anymore. His ears twitched as he thought he heard another approach and he did his best to look like he was busy and had been grazing, not panic stricken and fearful.

When his maw took in the blades of grass, it was then that Trinten realized he had been quite famished and began to devour the food beneath his black hooves, tossing his equally black mane out of the way. His wings shifted restlessly as he tried to remain calm. Perhaps this Equine coming towards him meant no ill will and he could find someone friendly to talk to. or at least he hoped so, it would be great way to spend the warm, sunny day with nice dewy grass and wonderful comapany.


"Hello, nice day to be grazing, wouldn't you agree?"

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♥ Chou

[pailerification]

A spotted bay stallion trod in light hoofbeats across the wild earth. His slow but bouncing pace caused his dark thin mane to fling from side to side of his neck. His scraggly tail flagged lightly off his rump in the typical Arabian fashion.

The two year old horse felt mischievous and unruly. Having recently left his herd due to disagreement of the rules that made the herd bland and boring, he was on a mission to make new friends. He had moved long and far across regions of the world and at last was smelling another horse. At last the creature came into view. He flung his head about recklessly. He let out a mighty whinny… Well, mighty for an awkward voiced teenager.

Close vicinity provided a sight that the colt had never observed before. It stopped him in his tracks. His tail fell low and ears splayed opposite sides of each other in sheer confusion. The bay brown ears then perked to the stranger's words. His nostrils flared ferociously to gather and lock down this particular scent.

"I-I-I… I am quite famished but my stars! What is that on your back!? On your head!?" The young stallion reared a half stance in absolute excitement. Then he leapt to his forelegs and kicked out his hinds in a playful display. He bounced to the side and came around the other stallion. His dark eyes were so wide that the whites encased them as he examined this spectacle. "You have a horn! AND wings!? Can you fly!?" He exclaimed and stopped far enough away to appear the young and curious horse he was, rather than a challenging stallion. He outstretched his long arched neck to push his muzzle at that of the other. He inhaled every ounce of cologne that he could possibly collect to be sure he'd always remember everything about this moment of meeting a horse with wings!