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Sicario limped to the top of a small, sloping hill overlooking a peaceful little pond. The sky was gray and overcast, suitable for his dour mood. Wind whistled through his mane, making his ears twitch. Though he hadn’t been seriously injured in the fight against the other stallion--Breigo--he still had his fair share of bruises. The worst was on his back right leg and it gave him an annoying limp. He hoped it’d be healed soon or it would be more than just annoying.

He still couldn’t believe his bad luck. He’d been running with two other stallions in a small bachelor herd when they’d come across a group of mares. The other two stallions had been rude and crass and driven them off. It’d taken days of Sicario catching up to and using his polite charm to convince the mares to stay with them, at least for the time being. The black and grullo stallions had left Sicario to guard the mares while they’d gone out to hunt down more. As the youngest and smallest, he’d been worried about a potential confrontation.

Clearly not worried enough.

Breigo had shown up and given him a good thrashing, followed by two strange geldings. He wondered if he could have won had those two not shown up and chased away the bachelors. But then, he wouldn’t have wanted to win that way. It just wasn’t honorable.

Besides, the mares had seemed happier to have a real stallion win them over.

Sicario sighed again, sinking further and further into self pity. Maybe he’d left his family herd too soon. Maybe he should have waited another season--his father hadn’t even been ready to kick him out. Maybe his mother had been right.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

He stamped his hoof with an angry snort. This line of thinking wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Setting his resolve with gritted teeth, he picked his way down the hill, careful not to slip with his injured leg. He made it to the small pond and drank deeply, gratful for the cool water. Having a though, he waded into the shallows and went down to his knees, slumping into the water with a splash.

He groaned happily as the cold water lapped at his sides, almost immediately making his bruised leg feel better. Feeling like a colt he pressed his mouth into the water and blew bubbles, spraying water everywhere. He glanced around afterward to make sure no one, especially no mares, had seen him behaving so childishly.

The sky was becoming darker and darker when he decided it was time to find cover. Heaving himself out of the water, he shook himself off and trotted off, angling to a copse of trees. He’d find a big, shady pine to roost under until the storm passed. His skin shivered as a blast of cool air hit his wet hide. Ok, maybe laying in the water for so long hadn’t been his smartest idea…

Reaching the trees, he found the exact kind of tree he was looking for. Its branches for long and low, creating a shelter under its boughs. He doubted any rain would be able to make it through so many needles. Pushing his way under, he laid down once more, only mildly annoyed by the fallen, brittle needles that stuck all over him. He’d clean them off later.

The first rumble of thunder shook the sky as he made himself comfortable. Yes, he’d sleep through the worst of the storm and tomorrow would be a newer, brighter day.

A new day full of new possibilities.

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Stallion: Sicario (#85-2)
In response to: Intro
Art Features: Sicario (#85-2)
Story Features: Sicario (#85-2) , Breigo (#85)
Word Count: 600

Other Notes: Not sure if this could count for a ticket...?

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Enter Sicario! That's right, the bachelor that Breigo fought for mares in my last piece is now my second stallion. After a pretty good beating, he's ready to leave his dumb bachelor friends behind and set off on his own. Maybe he'll have better luck this time around.

Description

Sicario limped to the top of a small, sloping hill overlooking a peaceful little pond. The sky was gray and overcast, suitable for his dour mood. Wind whistled through his mane, making his ears twitch. Though he hadn’t been seriously injured in the fight against the other stallion--Breigo--he still had his fair share of bruises. The worst was on his back right leg and it gave him an annoying limp. He hoped it’d be healed soon or it would be more than just annoying.

He still couldn’t believe his bad luck. He’d been running with two other stallions in a small bachelor herd when they’d come across a group of mares. The other two stallions had been rude and crass and driven them off. It’d taken days of Sicario catching up to and using his polite charm to convince the mares to stay with them, at least for the time being. The black and grullo stallions had left Sicario to guard the mares while they’d gone out to hunt down more. As the youngest and smallest, he’d been worried about a potential confrontation.

Clearly not worried enough.

Breigo had shown up and given him a good thrashing, followed by two strange geldings. He wondered if he could have won had those two not shown up and chased away the bachelors. But then, he wouldn’t have wanted to win that way. It just wasn’t honorable.

Besides, the mares had seemed happier to have a real stallion win them over.

Sicario sighed again, sinking further and further into self pity. Maybe he’d left his family herd too soon. Maybe he should have waited another season--his father hadn’t even been ready to kick him out. Maybe his mother had been right.

Maybe, maybe, maybe.

He stamped his hoof with an angry snort. This line of thinking wasn’t going to get him anywhere. Setting his resolve with gritted teeth, he picked his way down the hill, careful not to slip with his injured leg. He made it to the small pond and drank deeply, gratful for the cool water. Having a though, he waded into the shallows and went down to his knees, slumping into the water with a splash.

He groaned happily as the cold water lapped at his sides, almost immediately making his bruised leg feel better. Feeling like a colt he pressed his mouth into the water and blew bubbles, spraying water everywhere. He glanced around afterward to make sure no one, especially no mares, had seen him behaving so childishly.

The sky was becoming darker and darker when he decided it was time to find cover. Heaving himself out of the water, he shook himself off and trotted off, angling to a copse of trees. He’d find a big, shady pine to roost under until the storm passed. His skin shivered as a blast of cool air hit his wet hide. Ok, maybe laying in the water for so long hadn’t been his smartest idea…

Reaching the trees, he found the exact kind of tree he was looking for. Its branches for long and low, creating a shelter under its boughs. He doubted any rain would be able to make it through so many needles. Pushing his way under, he laid down once more, only mildly annoyed by the fallen, brittle needles that stuck all over him. He’d clean them off later.

The first rumble of thunder shook the sky as he made himself comfortable. Yes, he’d sleep through the worst of the storm and tomorrow would be a newer, brighter day.

A new day full of new possibilities.

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Stallion: Sicario (#85-2)
In response to: Intro
Art Features: Sicario (#85-2)
Story Features: Sicario (#85-2) , Breigo (#85)
Word Count: 600

Other Notes: Not sure if this could count for a ticket...?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Enter Sicario! That's right, the bachelor that Breigo fought for mares in my last piece is now my second stallion. After a pretty good beating, he's ready to leave his dumb bachelor friends behind and set off on his own. Maybe he'll have better luck this time around.