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Post by Rivre on Oct 5, 2010 16:49:38 GMT
To Thackory the small filly's reaction did little more than surprise, it was clear that she had been running from some great terror and if that terror had been a stallion it was well just that she was wary of him. Dipping bay head slowly, he took a few large paces backwards, rump barely escaping the hazadous weather, instead numbly aware of the elder mare's experience, and the authoritive tone so like his dam's, that she took on. It was nice to once again have the responsibility lifted from his shoulders, and instead wonder as to why the poor, weary creature was so torn up.
Of course, he had his own problems too; his defeated father was somewhere above, as proud as he was in his prime, but much more effected after his recent fight. Thackory wondered whether he was herdless now too. Alone and wasting away... What a horrible end. He wondered also the whereabouts of his many sisters, Omeo too - so much like their father and probably a great stallion one day too. It had been almost two winters now since they had last run together, when he himself had been only a newborn colt. Maybe one day he should seek his brother out, just to see if his prediction was correct. But of course, all of this was shunned to the back of Thackory's mind, instead he chose to focus his intentions into appearing docile and threat-less. Head and neck lowering, he began to lick and chew as if eating grass in the way of submittance, lowering eye contact also and apoting an idle doze that led to a fitful sort of dreaming, disturbed by the carelling wind and snow.
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