♠ Dem was being Dem. He was usually in a pleasant mood yet he didn't much care for being tied to the cross ties while Jennel bussled around trying to get everything ready before the new stallion came in. When was it? Later today? Whatever. Lowering his ears, he glared at the ground and pawed at at, snorts escaping his flaring nostrils. He wasn't even in tack, just held to the ties by his black lead and halter as he yanked boredly on them. "Dem, stop that..", Jennel said, putting her hands on her hips and watching him from under a few loose strands of hair. Now to pouting. Snorting again, he started to pull again. And, when Jennel's back was turned, the clip gave way. Looking at it, he stood motionless and in shock for a moment. Loose? And then he just started walking down the fence line, his lead dragging behind him against the ground and by the time that Jennel had noticed, she couldn't see him anymore. He heard her call for him, he heard her stumble through the foliage yet she didn't know that he was actually just along the lines of the trees and could be seen. That smokey brown pelt visable from a far yet her panic had made her careless.

♠ Eventually, he grew bored with moving down thes lines of the fence and walked into the woods. His smokey palomino sides catching the pale light that filtered through the canopy above. But then he was distracted again. By another horse that he had just seen run through the leaves above. Tilting his handsome head to the left, he walked toward the scent and sound only for it to run right passed him. He just watched curiously.

♠ Dem had been a good boy and had stayed inside his fence rows but not typically his fences. Yet, his visitor was obviously not from here. He had never seen her before and when she jumped the fence, well, he watched her carefully for a moment and when she observed him and than grabbed his black lead, he held firm. To her games. She was a pretty mare, or course, yet, he didn't know exactly what to think. What she doing? But she insisted and he snorted, throwing his head up in the air followed by a soft nicker, his ears forward and alert. His tail swished while his head tilted. And when she nuzzled him, he loosened up a little and watched her walk off with his lead rope still in her grasp pulling him around like she was the human. Yet, he followed her and walked up next to her before lipping at her mane and pulling this time before rearing up and kicking out and coming back to the ground in a happy way. Then he perceded to start to show off like all stallions were good at. Arching his neck and throwing his head, lifting his tail and trotting about in a pretty circle, all muscles moving in a handsome pattern.

♠ He was pleased with himself and lifted his head as high as it would go doing his best : I'm a sexy beast stance. And truthfully, he was. The French Warmblood lines echoing in him as a fine specimen. He had been a present from Faun's stable to Jennels, his curent owners but he wasn't the type to run away. He loved his life here too much. Yet, his warm brown away spoke he was a bit of a handful even for being a good 4 years older than the mare.

♠ He had been around a bit, he had been the father of a good few colts and fillies, he had won prizes and danced on concrete, dirt and turf. He had had women and men both on his back, he had even had a few good little children with a lot of talent. He now was being tempted greatly against all he had learned and lifted his head looking for Jennel. He could have sworn she was around here somewhere? Yet, he wasn't exactly sure how he had gotten into this predicament with this young mare buzzing around the stallion pen. Yet, she seemed to be in agony and he backed up gracefully when she started rolling around on the ground and kicking out in the air. Yet all instincts kicked in when she started running around. Carefully, his ears lifted, slowly, his ears came forward and his nares widened. His hooves remained perfectly planted as his head flipped upward again while the lead drug through the grass in the pale spring sun. "DEM!", he heard a faint call in the background yet he wasn't paying attention and nudged her side with his soft pink maw, his handsome face looking at her curiously yet his body remained rigid. He was a stallion of course and was no idiot to how a mare behaved yet he knew if Jennel caught him with a mare in the fence line she would probably flip, yet, that really didn't matter now did it?

♠ Jennel. Blinking, he carefully backed up and lowered his head as he saw her start back the dirt trail and back toward the fence row to see him climb off back onto the ground. He saw the look of shock and horror and possibly rage flood her pretty face and across the fence row, climbing over with ease. Her tiny hands crushed into fists as if she wanted to beat him. "DEM!", she croaked, slamming her petite foot upon the ground as if she was a giant, yet, his ears went back in sadness. What had he done so wrong? Yet, he knew he had. He carefully took a step forward as if to go towards her yet, he stopped mid step and set his hoof back upon the ground as the mare walked behind him. Snorting, he shook his head in dismay between Jennel and the mare. But the look of his owner face told him he had probably made the wrong choice plus it looked like her owner had appeared at the same time. Oh goody. Snorting again, he took a step back as Jennel drew close enough to grab his hanging lead and yank. Her frail form pulling his head out.

♠ "DEM!", she growled, stepping close enough and wrapping her hand around his halter and pulling him away and he did as he was told, being drug away from the mare, his ears twitching about as he looked back at her and whickered under his breath. Things just never worked like nature intended to, did they? Why did that stupid women called mother earth make the horse the way it was.