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Red August, a tall scarred bachelor, ends up with more horses following him. It isn't his intent-- he is sore and limping, but the two mares following him picked him over anything else. A small, abandoned colt is curled up near a pile of snow. What is another small soul tailing after him?

Stallion Reference by Colourize-Stock
Mare References by Colourize-Stock
Foal Reference by lumibear

Sled Reference by SnapShot120
Tree Reference by Coccineus

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Cottonwood Valley, Somewhere Else

Red August leads alone, the pair of mares behind him still skittish and shy despite his general uninterested temperament towards them. He won't drive them away with his teeth or hooves, not when their worst offense is deciding he is safer than the unknown around them.

It is his fault, really, for the reason they are wandering herdless.

If Faded Ochre and Pale Stream decided to leave him, either on their own or because they found a more agreeable stallion, Red August did not have a thought about it either way. Unless they were fearful of being forced to leave him, the bay stallion would not intervene. Intervening got him all these marks cutting through his hide. He carried them indifferently, but knew it was not in his favor to fight anytime soon.

The mares followed him quietly, stepping softly in the newly fallen snow after him. He had no set destination besides 'away' from what was familiar. The scent of human activity waved around him in thin wisps. Not ideal in most situations, but Red August knew most horses tended to avoid them. Onward he led, all senses on cautious alert for more recent indications humans still lingered.

Their tracks left the snow ruffled like a bird's feathers. The prints gathered in a large circle, at the center a peculiar pile of packed snow. Packed snow, a strange contraption, and a foal. Soft and pale like sand, curled up in the poor cover provided by the snow thing.

Head down, ears forward, Red August lumbered over, huffing deep warm puffs of air as he reached out to smell the foal along the edge of his ear and neck. The little thing shook, ears twitching and eyes squinting. Red August leaned in, nuzzling the colt's head first before scratching at his withers and hips, insistent prodding bringing the leggy foal to his knees first.

Pale Stream and Faded Ochre stepped in to help the colt find his footing, emboldened by the stallion's easy acceptance of the cold abandoned thing. Faded Ochre was heavy with foal-- she was the one to nudge the colt to her side.

He suckled, cried, and buried himself against her legs. His fluffy foal coat, no matter how warm, was not enough to take on winter's chill alone.

Faded Ochre cast her gaze to Red August for a moment before using her lips to rub all over the unsteady colt, bringing the heat of his blood back to the surface of his hide.

"He'll be Sandmane. Little Sandy." She names the colt, allowing him to hide in the coarse hair of her tail.

Red August twitches an ear in her direction in a silent acknowledgement.

"Clever hiding spot," Red August rumbles to the colt, pretending as if the colt had enough wits about him to hid his own scent from the world among the warning stench of humans. "Time to go on."

He leads them past human paths, an assortment of great and small ones. Some are hard packed earth, while one is hard is rock but smooth like a lake. All of them reek of burning. They cross these empty paths without hesitation, each secretly hopeful something good remains ahead.

DESCRIPTION TRACKER
Stallion ID: Colt #141
In response to: E- Sled, E-Snowman, Ice Tree
Art features: Red August , Faded Ochre , Pale Stream , Sandy Lightmane
Story features: Red August , Faded Ochre , Pale Stream , Sandy Lightmane
Word Count: 525

Healing: N/A
Pregnancy: N/A
Rolls: Normal Rolls

Description

Red August, a tall scarred bachelor, ends up with more horses following him. It isn't his intent-- he is sore and limping, but the two mares following him picked him over anything else. A small, abandoned colt is curled up near a pile of snow. What is another small soul tailing after him?

Stallion Reference by Colourize-Stock
Mare References by Colourize-Stock
Foal Reference by lumibear

Sled Reference by SnapShot120
Tree Reference by Coccineus

<< Previous < Colt's Story > Next >>

Cottonwood Valley, Somewhere Else

Red August leads alone, the pair of mares behind him still skittish and shy despite his general uninterested temperament towards them. He won't drive them away with his teeth or hooves, not when their worst offense is deciding he is safer than the unknown around them.

It is his fault, really, for the reason they are wandering herdless.

If Faded Ochre and Pale Stream decided to leave him, either on their own or because they found a more agreeable stallion, Red August did not have a thought about it either way. Unless they were fearful of being forced to leave him, the bay stallion would not intervene. Intervening got him all these marks cutting through his hide. He carried them indifferently, but knew it was not in his favor to fight anytime soon.

The mares followed him quietly, stepping softly in the newly fallen snow after him. He had no set destination besides 'away' from what was familiar. The scent of human activity waved around him in thin wisps. Not ideal in most situations, but Red August knew most horses tended to avoid them. Onward he led, all senses on cautious alert for more recent indications humans still lingered.

Their tracks left the snow ruffled like a bird's feathers. The prints gathered in a large circle, at the center a peculiar pile of packed snow. Packed snow, a strange contraption, and a foal. Soft and pale like sand, curled up in the poor cover provided by the snow thing.

Head down, ears forward, Red August lumbered over, huffing deep warm puffs of air as he reached out to smell the foal along the edge of his ear and neck. The little thing shook, ears twitching and eyes squinting. Red August leaned in, nuzzling the colt's head first before scratching at his withers and hips, insistent prodding bringing the leggy foal to his knees first.

Pale Stream and Faded Ochre stepped in to help the colt find his footing, emboldened by the stallion's easy acceptance of the cold abandoned thing. Faded Ochre was heavy with foal-- she was the one to nudge the colt to her side.

He suckled, cried, and buried himself against her legs. His fluffy foal coat, no matter how warm, was not enough to take on winter's chill alone.

Faded Ochre cast her gaze to Red August for a moment before using her lips to rub all over the unsteady colt, bringing the heat of his blood back to the surface of his hide.

"He'll be Sandmane. Little Sandy." She names the colt, allowing him to hide in the coarse hair of her tail.

Red August twitches an ear in her direction in a silent acknowledgement.

"Clever hiding spot," Red August rumbles to the colt, pretending as if the colt had enough wits about him to hid his own scent from the world among the warning stench of humans. "Time to go on."

He leads them past human paths, an assortment of great and small ones. Some are hard packed earth, while one is hard is rock but smooth like a lake. All of them reek of burning. They cross these empty paths without hesitation, each secretly hopeful something good remains ahead.

DESCRIPTION TRACKER
Stallion ID: Colt #141
In response to: E- Sled, E-Snowman, Ice Tree
Art features: Red August , Faded Ochre , Pale Stream , Sandy Lightmane
Story features: Red August , Faded Ochre , Pale Stream , Sandy Lightmane
Word Count: 525

Healing: N/A
Pregnancy: N/A
Rolls: Normal Rolls