[PRP] Find others to find yourself (RecoveryXJocelyn)

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Recovery was training hard despite the taste of spring in the air that caused many stallions his age to be off "mate hunting".
Worth first my son then love you must know how to protect her to provide a proper home and shelter then only then can you keep someone you love. his father had told him.
"don't bother looking until you are sure you can handle that. it will only end in heart ache other wise." his mother had added.
He knew they were both right as they were uniquely wise both in theor own right. So he trained hard everyday to as he would often say be "worthy of love."
His blue bead and white adornments lay on a dry clean rock a few feet away so as not to be soiled then Giving his black and dark blue tipped mane a toss he reared up once more and struck repeatedly with his sharp front at the makeshift punching bag poet his Indian caretaker had hung from the branch of a tree.
it was true he was rather strong but then someone of his size was expected to be. what there went expecting was speed and agility which is exactly why he now trained this way.

 

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He struck at the small bag until his back legs burned from from holding him upright and his front legs burned from the repeated motion. Going back to all four legs he gave his sweat drenched mane a shake.
"140 . . .not bad." he noted in a mumble to himself. "now were is that towel." he said looking this way and that before his eyes landed on a dappled gray mare who had the appearance of a snow storm at dusk.
A blush tinged his cheeks he certainly was in an unkempt state which was unusual for him. not only that but he was without his adornments . . .thusly . . .he felt rather . . .naked. and of course his towel was hanging on branch so near her that he would have to ask her to hand it to him.
"Hello madam Could you perhaps hand me that towel that is next to you. I apologize for my state i assure you I am not always so unseemly." he said taking a small step forward.

 

[ProphetOfProfit]

He took the towel between his teeth gently and tossed it upward it landed on his head in such way that just the end of his nose was sticking out.
"I do fight yes but not simply to fight. I am in training to become a guardian like my Mother." he replied."A Knight of sorts i guess you could say without the fancy title. So i may one day of use to lovely filly's such as yourself."
He shook his head like a dog after a bath the towel absorbed the sweat that had gathered in a unseemly fashion across his brow. Again he tossed his head the towel now landed across his back.
"But i seem to have forgotten my manners I am Recovery son of Brakenhide and Thesh-ah at your service." he made a slight bow of his head. "what may i call you?"

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She seemed nervous or at least a tad overwhelmed. though he was cerrtian it was the place and not so much him that caused the reaction.
"Jocelyn you could certainly say that i do indeed enjoy my training almost as much as i enjoy the results of such activities. but i think i would find it rather more enjoyable to show you about seeing as how i know this area fairly well having patrolled it every night for the last three weeks. i wouldn't feel right just letting you wonder all by your self not to mention i need a break anyway." he replied walking to a the rock where his things were laid.
"I wont take no for an answer." he added before dawning the items in a efficient manner the towel still laying across his back.

LunaRei_SilverBlood

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