Something about [Barlow]

[~Regeneration~]

As the saying goes...

The day was realitvely warm. The woods were quiet, well, at least until the sounds of breaking twigs entered the lobes of all equines nearby. A strong, blood bay bronc moved along at a swinging walk. He looked almost like he was listening to the birds that sang, but there was not one birdsong in the air.

The bronc continued to move this way until he reached the open fields. He looked about, his brown auds quite curious. He moved toward the place, but was certain that it must be a place of dwelling. He turned and looked at the safe woods behind him, but simply snorted at it and turned back. "Well, if there is a Lord of this place, please may he come forth...?" The bronc asked.

His name was a simple, yet strange one. It was Barlow, and even he knew not its meaning. But he was a strong, but swift bronc with all those things that you know a bronc would have. He was bouncy, though, yet something about Barlow wasn't quite right...[/color]

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Physique was founded within the middle of the valley. Serpentine was bowed to the anchored reach of the blades below. The few stalks that yet grew upon the damp and softened turf from Autumn seemed at most moist. It was a quiet morning, and the thick rolling mist surrounded the roan stallion with the tranquility of him just being there. A whisk of his caudal was introduced into a motion. Thick, oiled substance of his tapestry rolled down his ample nape as lappets repealed and grasped the blades. Enamels grinding and chewing to the introduction of a new patch of blades. A striving hunger quite abundant for the stallion. Already the day seemed at most going to be a busy one. Diagnostics swiveled appropriately atop of his cranium as he caught each falling soundtrack of a motive. The squirrel’s about were striving to find more of a food source before Winter began and all knew there were warnings of it coming soon.

Yet Rohirrim remained quieted in the morning silence. His lids just lightly cracked above his voids. And the perked blades of the carpentry wavered over his hocks with the few that were there in the valley. The roan coat the suppressed his canvas was warming. Within a moments notice his attic was then sent within a loft his bifocals darting off toward his left; serpentine coiling toward the direction for more of a larger view. Upsetting locks were diluted over the side of his façade with the dawn of another shake of his cranium. Boiled grunt retreated from the depths of his chasse. Chords vibrating as Rohirrim yet leisured a departure of a bugle to the atmosphere. Voids soon relying upon an outlined figure of a iridescent equine. The aroma of a testosterone filtered the air-scape. Brawny structure then tensed at the aroma of another male. A competitor already? A slight infused thought was aroused to his dream box.

[/size] “Salutations wanderer.”[/size]

His roan peltry shone through the thickened fog. His mocha pools trained on the darkened figure as it approached and then halted at the sight of Rohirrim himself. Diagnostics perched attentively as he stared. Awaiting for the equine to yet come closer.[/blockquote][/size]

[~Regeneration~]

Barlow swung his crown to examine the bronc that spoke. As I have stated, something in the air about Barlow was strange. And even under the circumstances Barlow's maw curved into a smile, and he bowed his crown in respect. "Well a great big howdy to you, Sir. The names Barlow, but if ya forget I never tire of tellin again..." Barlow smiled and lifted his crown, his brown auds flickering with friendliness. What a strange, strange bronc indeed.

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Pallet was emended within a courting stone of a dip. Perpendicular motion quickly taken as the nod was posed for. Charred locks descending curtly over his façade in a wild syringe. As well as swarthy plumage was swept luminously over his stern. The irritancy of something being there taunted him. Serpentine was then wrapped as voids were diverted over his composure. Yet a mere array of a buzzing note was left within the drifting tunnels of a squall. A pest was yet squalling around his hide, knowing it annoyed the equine. Banter draped substantially over his ample nape. A few leasing threads coming to lather in the mere strip of wind source that came and took grasp of his tassels. Rohirrim purposed a final release of a snort before serpentine was yet erected to the position of where this Barlow stood.

Twin pinnacles perched forth in a attentive manner as to portray he was listening. Although all he had caught was the name of the vagabond. The courtesy of Rohirrim’s own name came to post an issue within the dream box of the blue roan steed. With a slight flex of his nostrils the sovereign attended a pitch,

[/size] “Welcome Barlow. I am Rohirrim, the King of Neutrals. As I may presume you wish for a title within my harem?”[/size] Facial remark came to soften as he came to a conclusion this other male was more gentle and seemingly wanted a home to be placed within. As well Rohirrim relied a more comforted position. Brawny physique relaxing the tensed muscles that bound around his interior. Facile inviting a more of a faded smile then a hardened stare. And merely awaited for Barlow’s plea. [/blockquote][/size]

[~Regeneration~]

Barlow watched the king with curious, brown auds. When he finished Barlow felt a little confused. But then again, when was he not? Barlow soon understood this place was indeed a realm where equines housed, so he replied steadily. "Oh well, I suppose so, King Rohirrim, and if I seem rude, please excuse me sir, for I can be a bit scattered brained at times." Barlow said witha thoughtful expression. For he was remembering his mother's last words to him; 'I'm never coming back to that scattered-brained idiotic fool of a colt!' It had nearly broken Barlow's heart, but then again, who was to say it didn't? After all, there was defenaitly something wrong with poor Barlow.

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