by Queen Vivane » Thu Jul 30, 2015 9:50 am
I trail my finger down the list until I find the number my mustang was assigned, I tap the paper gently before straitening and making my way toward the field where the mustangs were hanging out. It took me a few moments to spot the horse with my number but eventually I found her. A chestnut Appaloosa mare who met the criteria for horse height right on the dot. I clucked my tongue at her and her ears flicked in my direction but she didn't move. Understandable, wild animals are called as such for a good reason.
A soft laugh escaped my lips and I leaned against the fence, happy to watch for at least a little while.
Unless I post somewhere, I'm not selling/trading closed species critters.

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