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Post by Alana Nicole on May 2, 2010 18:16:43 GMT -6
 Sharp, gleaming hooves, sound legs, a heavily muscled body, thick glossy coat, quick eyes, and alert ears. This is what most horse’s first impression of Apollo is. Second impression’s depended on what his first impression of you was. Violence was an option, if he saw you as a threat. Curiosity, another, if you seemed to pose no harm to him and were of the female gender. Or quite possibly indifference, which is where most horses found themselves. He was by no means a loner, but isolation didn’t bother him in the least.
And now here he stood, auds alert once again, nostrils flared as he took in the landscape of the land before him. Apollo had circled the terra twice now in the course of the day and knew the wind had swept his scent across the land, making it obvious he was king here. A shrill whinny came from his parted muzzle to clarify that to any who might still ponder on that subject, and he began his decent down from the hill on which he had stood, moving deeper into the lands.
He had owned better, but this land had seemed more appealing to him than the other two on this side of Xaveron. It was empty, other than him, but that was no worry to him. Apollo’s handsome looks caught him more mares than he cared to watch over at times and it would not take long before several other bodies occupied the land alongside his. Who knew, he might even tolerate other studs here. It was a fresh start for Apollo, and a much needed one at that.
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