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SO. I have so many ideas about my stable and the thing I wish to do with it story and art wise. I’m excited to share it all with you and let it unfold and take shape and hopefully have some of yaaa help me tell the story! If you are interested in joining in on my storyline note me up.

And for now, please enjoy mei bois duke it out and pretend that the story line exists thus far and you know these people and names

\\Alsoo//

Hella, if you guys like my art and are interested in comissions, HMU, just note me and we can talk it out, I draw everything with refs and would love to make your dreams/characters come to life for you c:

{ Hostile Takeover }

Achalles munched happily on grass, this green shit was gold and he wasn't allowed on it all day. Prior to coming to Bloodstone, he lived in parts of the world were the grass was normally brown and dry and only in the wettest, most abundant times of year, would grass be green. The stallions tail trailed flys occasionally, the sound of his hair wipping quietly whistling through the air.

All was well can quiet, until Daacho came into view. Immediately the baby started screaming when he saw Achalles, a friend!

Achalles abruptly pulled his head from the grass and whipped to look in the direction of that ear cracking neigh, his eyes rested on a lanky bay and the petite woman leading him. He watched as they neared closer and it seemed as if the woman was going to let that screaming baby loose with Achalles. He snorted, lowering his head in disbelief.

Just as he thought, the baby was released into the pasture and immeditaly came galloping towards Achalles, the bay whinnied and stood up, filling out his frame while raising his head. The bay didn't read the language and approached Achalles wildly, only to rear up onto his back legs once he was close enough to Achalles. The older horse grunted and dodged the young bay, staying away from his hooves. Achalles pinned his ears flat and bit the bay as soon as all four feet were on the ground. Daacho didn't seem to mind and thought it was a game, he whipped his head side to side before pawing at the ground, tempting another rear. Achalles snorted, youngsters. The much larger grey rocked his weight back on his hind before rocking forward and propelling hiself across the grass, launching into a gallop and taking the little rugrat for a ride.

Word Count: 303

Horse Depicted: BA Daacho and Achates R

Reference(s): Black and White Warmbloods Playing on Pasture
Tools: Procreate

Art and Character (C) Rowanth3tree

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All rights to this image belong to me
You may not copy, reproduce, trace, or claim rights to this art. Permission is required for ANY USE. Contact for more information on use or for commissions.

Description

SO. I have so many ideas about my stable and the thing I wish to do with it story and art wise. I’m excited to share it all with you and let it unfold and take shape and hopefully have some of yaaa help me tell the story! If you are interested in joining in on my storyline note me up.

And for now, please enjoy mei bois duke it out and pretend that the story line exists thus far and you know these people and names

\\Alsoo//

Hella, if you guys like my art and are interested in comissions, HMU, just note me and we can talk it out, I draw everything with refs and would love to make your dreams/characters come to life for you c:

{ Hostile Takeover }

Achalles munched happily on grass, this green shit was gold and he wasn't allowed on it all day. Prior to coming to Bloodstone, he lived in parts of the world were the grass was normally brown and dry and only in the wettest, most abundant times of year, would grass be green. The stallions tail trailed flys occasionally, the sound of his hair wipping quietly whistling through the air.

All was well can quiet, until Daacho came into view. Immediately the baby started screaming when he saw Achalles, a friend!

Achalles abruptly pulled his head from the grass and whipped to look in the direction of that ear cracking neigh, his eyes rested on a lanky bay and the petite woman leading him. He watched as they neared closer and it seemed as if the woman was going to let that screaming baby loose with Achalles. He snorted, lowering his head in disbelief.

Just as he thought, the baby was released into the pasture and immeditaly came galloping towards Achalles, the bay whinnied and stood up, filling out his frame while raising his head. The bay didn't read the language and approached Achalles wildly, only to rear up onto his back legs once he was close enough to Achalles. The older horse grunted and dodged the young bay, staying away from his hooves. Achalles pinned his ears flat and bit the bay as soon as all four feet were on the ground. Daacho didn't seem to mind and thought it was a game, he whipped his head side to side before pawing at the ground, tempting another rear. Achalles snorted, youngsters. The much larger grey rocked his weight back on his hind before rocking forward and propelling hiself across the grass, launching into a gallop and taking the little rugrat for a ride.

Word Count: 303

Horse Depicted: BA Daacho and Achates R

Reference(s): Black and White Warmbloods Playing on Pasture
Tools: Procreate

Art and Character (C) Rowanth3tree

.
All rights to this image belong to me
You may not copy, reproduce, trace, or claim rights to this art. Permission is required for ANY USE. Contact for more information on use or for commissions.