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Post by MiREX on Oct 17, 2010 22:46:39 GMT -5
YEAH,
I'M ADDICTIVE -Endrin
The big stallion was a unique sight. His body was a rich red, dusted with white. He believed they called it red roan. A thick white blaze marred his elegantly carved face, and splashed white stockings covered his legs, up to both his knees and hocks. Departing from the stockings were small, but noticeable dots of all shapes and sizes- birdcatcher spots, they were called. His body was thick, a trademark of the heavy draft Belgian breeding. He stood a tall 16.3, but his sheer muscle mass made him appear bigger.
Endrin was sick of being low on the todem pole. He wanted to be known. So he'd come here, hoping a few helpless mares would show up. Afterall he had to get his bloodlines out there somehow. He raised his head and let a whinny ring out, beckoning any lone mares to his presence.
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