Rogue of the Night
Rogue ate the grass contentedly, the good thing about constantly being near water was all the fresh grass, so all the horses were pretty well fed. Rogue himself would be round if he didn't train all the time.
The stallion snorted, trotting in a loose circle round his herd, before letting out a whinny. A warning to stallions, an invitation to mares. Stopping, he stopped and grazed quietly, snorting.














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