[Dangerous Turf{Chaos}

[`anntho]

`anntho
;;Watch your step ::

As a raven landed, I emerged from the distinct shadows that were always on the land, hiding away the predators and the prey. So Skull. What have we learned? I hissed as my steps brought me closer to the raven, the black beast flitting into the air before landing itself onto my spine, something I permitted, as part of our deal. In return for information from his journeys, I let him feed on the insects on my pelt, which I felt was a double and he was somewhat cheated, but it was my way of business.

Nothing much Anntho. The Moonglade mares are moving around. Cocaine has come back to The Youngster Clan, and her fallowers have found her again, or the colt anyways. The flying creature reported as he spied a juicy looking tick right behind my left hark. Care if I grab that? Was all that he said, and a nod told him he could, and so he did. Hopping up my neck and plucking away the blood sucking creature, before taking to the skys, cawing a good-bye and disappearing back to his reconasin.

I watched Skull go before turning around myself and traveling a short distance in the beating sun to one of the watering holes that were slowly drying up under the blistering heat. Muttering to myself as I dipped my muzzle into the cool liquid, slurping up the water, and giving a gurgled sigh as it slide down my parched throat, making my stomach churn and a cold feeling envelope my body.

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You could spill a thousand words and none would mean a thing.

My pace was quickened slightly as the familiar scent of Anntho, the newest mare to the lands reached my flared nostrils. My step was quiet, almost impossible to hear. I had now lived in Hollow Woods for around three years, now i knew where all the traps were, the traps that would make me be heard. I let a soft snort escape my nares, in the summer months, my coat had lightened, yet it was still of a deep red colouring. I stepepd lightly over logs and rocks, keeping my arabian neck extended and low, in a stalking-like mode.

As the dappled mare came into veiw; i raised my skull higher, arching my muscualr neck a little. I knew she didn't like company; but really, did she expect me to let her live on my lands and bealone for all that time? My maw opened when i was about three metres away; i didn't overcrowd her. If she showed me respect, i would do the same. "Anntho" I spoke in a dark tone, as i always did. I gave her a short yet respectful nod. It was about time we had a chat.
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