Sleepy Fox Hollow piltover

calling all my horse ladies

the towering stallion moved with purpose, his powerful hooves pressing into the soft earth as he descended into the valley. his coat gleamed like tempered steel under the midday sun, the long strands of his mane brushing against his broad neck.

colosseum paused, nostrils flaring as a faint scent drifted toward him—feminine, enticing, and unmistakably present. his ears swiveled forward, catching the possibility of more than one mare lingering nearby. with a deep breath, he threw his head back and released a commanding whinny, the sound echoing across the open expanse, a bold announcement of his arrival.