by xXLuciferXx » Sun Jan 04, 2015 3:04 pm
Dahvie paced more and more, ignoring the food, refusing to eat.
Juliet watched Dallas tug at her feathers to ask her to lift her foot, her two fronts she was perfectly ok with, relaxing and such. Her back 2, as with most horses she was alittle stubborn about, lifting them but tucking them back towarss her stomach alittle, keeping them right a minute before allowing her muscles to relax and release her foot out for him to pick.
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