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 Posted: Sat Oct 13, 2018 5:57 pm
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Seasons lead into their cycle once again leaving the world in a changing phase others would only perceive. The leaves, for instance, began their color changing routines in the early month of October leaving things inspired once more. Coldness mingled with warmth bringing rains that lead to the autumn awakening strictly depicting that certain aroma that only one experiencing that season beforehand would recognize. One particular stallion bathed in an ebony coat with white markings knew this season well as it approached. He snorted looking upward leaving his ears to swivel around catching the sounds within his area. Crisp air traveled within his great nostrils letting the older stallion feeling refreshed and inwardly satisfied. In truth, he was definitely a stubborn type daring most anything that would prove him different in strength, stamina, and speed. This, of course, was his weak spot in other's eyes making a champion racehorse seem more of an arrogant nag. Still, he didn't let other's words fester within like most racers. In fact, this particular stallion gloated in the fact his stubbornness was the highlight of his personality. If a mare became repulsed he paid her no mind because this was his choice to follow up on. Swishing his tail he shook his head heading toward a large tree he rather fancied in the fall.
Being a larger base it could satisfy the most irritated rump with a simple scratch back and forth. True, his yellow blanket was an obstacle but it never got the best of him in irritation. Those hot days where flies were frequent, that blanket became a godsend covering vulnerable areas that were the pick of the crop when it came to those insolent biters. It was a rarity to experience extreme horse flies but when they arrived you knew you were in serious trouble. Snorting once again he caught something on the wind that smelled of a challenge. Pawing the ground he buried thoughts of a nice scratch concentrating on this fast-moving competitor. Narrowing his eyes he waited with just the slightest irritation, yet his heart yearned for a good race. The scent increased, closing inward leaving the Ebony stallion drenched with wonder confused in the scent being identified. It seemed small, breed wise but the energy of the incoming Soquili was that of a full sized male. Ears swiveling forward again he would approach this stranger in the determination of a race.
What came into view was mesmerizing leaving the large stallion baffled. The other incoming male arrived so swiftly yet his form was pudgy with a frothy sweat. Seemed this little Putti needed a cooldown before he sped off once more. This was perfect for the large stallion that revealed himself promptly initiating a challenge to see who was truly the fastest between them.
Sunday Silence WC: 467 |
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