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Marco saw her and smiled, walking over. "Who's this....big guy?" He asks, eyeing the stud. |
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"Oh, this is Dynamite. His old owners got rid of him because they didn't train him, and he got, and I quote, 'aggresive'." Liliana answered. "But just look at him, is he aggressive?" Dymanite, the stallion, rolled in the grass, before happily following after her, ears perked up. |
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Marco chuckled, offering a fist for him to sniff. "Nah, seems pretty chill to me." He said, rubbing the horse's face. |
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"He's the son of Rich Strike." She stated. |
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"Gonna take a guess and say that's a racing dude, right?" He asked, offering a small smile. |
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"One race, got second. That wasn't good enough for his owners, despite him having zero training." She answered. |
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"So he is a racing dude, gotcha." Marco mused lightly, watching the stud. |
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"Pretty much. Said he was 'aggressive'." She stated. Dynamite, the stallion, was licking the barn, acting like a colt. |
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"Sure doesn't seem like it," Marco said, reaching a fist out for him to sniff. Dynamite sniffed his hand before squealing and nudging him. (any like, drama ideas?) |
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(Maybe one of their families show up, horse thieves, or old 'friends' trying to ruin what they got?) "I know, he's such a sweetheart." She stated. |
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Bright Sunshine with a few High Clouds
