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“WHOO HOO” The moonlight glinted off the dun’s back. “First time alone, This is gonna be AWESOME!.” The young bachelor stumbled and tripped over a bluish- tinted rock, “owch, okay not a big deal, typical of you falcon always such a clutz aren’t ya” Flacon the young stallion muttered to himself as he scrambled to stand up he shook himself off and snorted to himself. He trotted onwards a teensy bit more cautious of watching the ground this time. A few minutes later he had all but forgotten his little mis-hap. I mean when you're a clutz it happens often enough to not be anything special. He glanced up towards the night sky and caught sight of a low flying eagle ‘likely trying to find some food’ he thought as his stomach grumbled “of course” falcon said chuckling to himself “always hungry and always tripping over everything, such is the life of falcon.” He settled down to graze ‘only for a few minutes’ he told himself. His teeth chopped at the green grass, well okay some grass was green other parts were getting to be more brown and shrivelled then juicy and green but that was due to the cold weather either way it was food. His eyes followed the hungry bird as he grazed, watching it glide, dive and repeat,you couldn’t hear anything except the breeze ruffling the leaves of nearby trees. Watching the bold bird’s antics led Falcon to thinking of his father, his father was Eagle, a brave paint stallion whomst Falcon was proud to be the son of. Flacon hadn’t met his father, instead he had heard of stories his mother told him of the short time she had spent with him. His mother had named him in honor of his father. After another bird the falcon. The fastest bird there was, it suited Falcon; he had speed and stamina to spare and had always felt like he could outrun any horse he came across. The brave eagle and the fast falcon that was how he thought of himself and his father he hoped they could one day meet. He watched the eagle swoop once more, this time emerging from the long grass with a field mouse dangling by the tail from the beak. Falcon lifted his head and snorted. He decided he should bed down for the night with a sigh and plopped into the grass.

Stallion ID: Falcon (13-2)
In response to: N/A
Art features: Falcon
Story features: Falcon
StoryWord Count: 402
Items Used: N/A
Members that own outside horses:
Thatcrazymulelover(Eagle)
Rolls: Normal
Other notes:
References

Description
“WHOO HOO” The moonlight glinted off the dun’s back. “First time alone, This is gonna be AWESOME!.” The young bachelor stumbled and tripped over a bluish- tinted rock, “owch, okay not a big deal, typical of you falcon always such a clutz aren’t ya” Flacon the young stallion muttered to himself as he scrambled to stand up he shook himself off and snorted to himself. He trotted onwards a teensy bit more cautious of watching the ground this time. A few minutes later he had all but forgotten his little mis-hap. I mean when you're a clutz it happens often enough to not be anything special. He glanced up towards the night sky and caught sight of a low flying eagle ‘likely trying to find some food’ he thought as his stomach grumbled “of course” falcon said chuckling to himself “always hungry and always tripping over everything, such is the life of falcon.” He settled down to graze ‘only for a few minutes’ he told himself. His teeth chopped at the green grass, well okay some grass was green other parts were getting to be more brown and shrivelled then juicy and green but that was due to the cold weather either way it was food. His eyes followed the hungry bird as he grazed, watching it glide, dive and repeat,you couldn’t hear anything except the breeze ruffling the leaves of nearby trees. Watching the bold bird’s antics led Falcon to thinking of his father, his father was Eagle, a brave paint stallion whomst Falcon was proud to be the son of. Flacon hadn’t met his father, instead he had heard of stories his mother told him of the short time she had spent with him. His mother had named him in honor of his father. After another bird the falcon. The fastest bird there was, it suited Falcon; he had speed and stamina to spare and had always felt like he could outrun any horse he came across. The brave eagle and the fast falcon that was how he thought of himself and his father he hoped they could one day meet. He watched the eagle swoop once more, this time emerging from the long grass with a field mouse dangling by the tail from the beak. Falcon lifted his head and snorted. He decided he should bed down for the night with a sigh and plopped into the grass.

Stallion ID: Falcon (13-2)
In response to: N/A
Art features: Falcon
Story features: Falcon
StoryWord Count: 402
Items Used: N/A
Members that own outside horses:
Thatcrazymulelover(Eagle)
Rolls: Normal
Other notes:
References