Moonlit Night
Moon :: Stallion/Bachelor :: 3 years old ::
Moon half-reared, teeth bared and head low. He shot Duke a harsh warning glare, ears drawn back, before stomping his hoof. He then shrugged, knowing that even if Duke was talking to these mares, it didn't mean he was incapable of stealing them if he wanted. He smiled smuggly, flicking his ears, and wheeling around to stand at the edge of the forest. From his standpoint, he could see the blurry images of Duke and the two mares. He arched his neck, lurking along the edge of the forest like a wolf. He snorted, nostrils flaring and ears still flattened.
{{StormofHolly: are you talking about these two mares?}}
{{StormofHolly: are you talking about these two mares?}}













