Rene, Rene...

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The gray stallion Arian and Rene were close by the stream. He stretched his neck forward and drank of the sweet water.
How refreshing it is.
He was glad this was his. All his. And Renegrade too.
A frog hopped and a dragonfly, that fool, ran right into its wide open mouth.
Arian nibbled on the fresh dewy grass. He thought about something. It might, just might please her.
He called to his queen gently to get her attention.
Renegrade.
He was standing beside her, their necks touching. Without waiting for a response, Arian inquired, Would you like to have a foal sired by me?
His heart wanted to sing with the thought, and sing it did.

How like a ruin overgrown
With flower's that hide the rents of time,
Stands now the Past that I have known,
Castles right here, not built of stone
But of white summer clouds, and blown
Into this little mist of rhyme!

[Nevaeh]

Renegade
Nothing is True
My heart is peaceful for once
You also have my heart and all ways will
So Please keep it Safe

The lightly chestnut painted fae chestnut auds flicked back and forth listening to the sounds around her, sounds that made her feel at peace with herself. Lifting her crown up while her auds hears his vocals, and trying to make sense of them. Making her now dirty white pillars moved her dusty colored body forward, and closer to him. While her crown lowered towards the ground and she then began to rip at the strands of yummy sweet tasting grass. Her lovely light pink colored maw opened, while her vocals came out, I would not have anyone else sire them. a smile crept across her light pink colored maw.

Everything is Permitted
I wonder why I'm so happy
Well it is because I am in Love
With a Handsome stallion

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It is well, then. Arian grinned as he imagined Rene's foal, kicking and bucking for the pure joy of it.
I shall sire your foal and pretty soon we'll have a little warrior running all over the place.
The warm breeze enveloped the pair and Arian's mane moved with the breeze. It was, all in all, a good fall. Very pleasant, and love was in the air. Every grown horse liked fall. It brought with it the promise of new life to come.
Arian smiled again, coquttishly at Renegade. He liked especially the softly colored patches on her pelt.
Arian nipped at her withers. They bred.

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