Post by dole on Jun 20, 2012 2:13:16 GMT -4
Bleeding and bruised from his fight with the younger stallion how now rules his herd Shadow was a bit depressed. His left shoulder was sore and still had an open flesh wound from the hooves that where kicked into his skin. The bleed that dripped from it wasn't as bad as when it just happened a few hours ago. However in the hot summer afternoon the bay Overo Arabian stallion did find the flies rather annoying.
Coming up along a fence he looked out and saw a lovely sight. Mares. "Hey pretty ladies!" He called out to them as he bobbed his head before tossing his mane out of his face. Arching his sore neck he stuck a pose for them. "Hey, hey come over here. Pretty ladies!" He then called out again. To any humans around all they would hear was a bunch of whinnying. Pawing at the ground Shadow paced, prancing back and forth along the fence as he looked towards the mares. He didn't care that he was probably old enough to be their grandfather, nor did he care he was making his shoulder bleed even more.