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[bg=#d69d00] Raven walked in the slight wind coming off the sea. During the winter, this place maybe bitter, windy, and bone numbing cold, during the spring she finds the beach, relaxing. And she though her son, Creed, would love to play in the sand. The sand splattered up her feathered legs, the grit of it sticking. But nothing water couldn't cure. She was glad to have her son, though he was adopted. She could only smile at him. He may have seen trouble in his life that she never had to deal with, but he seemed to find happiness in life. And she was glad to see that the foal had began to see a light side of life, even though, she hope, he was oblivious to the outside chaos on this island. This was one of the few places that still held peace. She turned her head to the young colt, watching with a smile, the crystal blue eyes glittering. She hoped he would grow to find complete happiness when he's older. That would be a wish she want him to have. The mare shook the black, heaving mane off her neck, as she took off in a playful, bouncy trot.

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Muse: No pulse.....
Word Count: 201
OOC: *Face+desk* Short, fail, and muse dead.
Music: Breaking Benjamin - Until The End

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[bg=black] Spring! Spring! The wonder of it pounding along with his heart as the colt raced through the sand, kicking up his thin-boned heels with as much zeal as any of his age. Crystalline fragmented grains exhausted themselves upon his patchwork pelting, the mixed coloration glinting with sweat in the drying rays of sun. Dished nostrils flared with enthusiasm, inhaling the wonderous mixture of water and salt as he bounded toward the waters. Sharp little hooves left playful indents as Creed chased the waves, in and out of the shores in play. Glorious, perfect day! He gave a little squeal of delight. Raven? Mama! The mixed foal spun, eyes seeking the familiar form of his guardian trotting with sure steps along the shoreline, causing a large smile to irrupt upon his features. She looked happy! That was a cause for celebration. Rearing up, he pawed the air with his long legs, bounding to her with extended strides. Circling with long measures, nostrils flared as another small buck was made. The breeze caressed his pelt, the warmth of the rays above ruffling his mane as well as drying his long stilts. Slowly, though, the young foal began to tire, muscles aching slightly as he drew up into a collected trot by her sides, lung expanding as sides rose heavily. Shaking his delicate head, beads of sweat graced the air in arching fashion as the paint gave a hearty cough, still smiling. He was happy, very much so! It was a wonderful day in a wonderful place with his wonderful mother by his side!

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[bg=yelllow] The cool waters entranced him as the muscular stallion stood without the pretense of motion, his thoughtful, honey-hued gaze upon the gentle cascade of waters to the shoreline, the rhythmatic scene enough to keep him in place. Battle Cry, for all the wonders of his world, did not know where he had ended up at this moment in time. Truth, he had left the other island and swam, but the directions where lost through the exhaustion of the swim itself. Now, thought the relief of being on land had not quite worn off, he was still finding himself wondering through his thoughts for the answer. The rays of the skin had long-since dried the liquid droplets from his pelt, making the warm breeze lift his sparse mane, the curls waving as if miniature banners in the wind. The brute knew that this island was far more vast then the ones he had previously encountered, which really meant little to himself. What were the equines here like? Varied? Of one breed? The predators? Herds? Really, it was all just one big bothersome quarrel if he should leave this beach, for no equine seemed to have a claim upon the small patch he stood. Moving would most likely lead to conflict, which the dun would take much pleasure in avoiding. Home. He had not had a home in many a day, nay, years. In the mind, as well as tradition, one could only have a home once in their lifetime, and the stallion had forsaken his. Now, he was a vagabond, an outcast, but that was of little trouble. The golden sands untread where of little interest when Battle Cry was snapped with abrupt notion from his thoughts by the sound of hooves nearby his stance. Close. Tempting. The massive cranium rose, eyes slightly widened in astonishment at what they then beheld. Not one equine in itself, but a pair, mare and foal. A ping raced through his heart at the mere sight of their jovial expressions, a tender smile upon his maw. That is what life truly was made of. Observing calmly, he noticed the mare more, heart racing slightly. Pray to the gods, she was gorgeous! Long, lustrous coat, as well as hinting upon draft breeding in her build. A thick choking embarrassment overtook him as the stag realized what the thoughts where doing. She had a foal, yes? Though..the resemblance between them was untraceable. Shaking his large head slightly, the smile widened as a coaxing call left the confines of his throat, low in tone, a greeting without the threat of normal speaking. He had no wish to frighten the pair, simply tell them that he was here before they themselves realized of his unannounced gaze upon their pelting. He wanted no trouble.

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Muse: Amazing. :3
OOC: ....
Music: My Way Home is Through You || My Chemical Romance

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[bg=#d69d00] Raven slowed to a stop, the head raising to look around, to see a stallion in the distance. It was draft built stallion. She stared at him, her ear deciphering his call. She returned her own call, saying in it that they were only passers here. She looked to Creed, who was looking tired from a playful, adventurous day. She believe it was time to settle in some where. She returned her eyes to the stallion. The mare had good memory. And she could not recall seeing the other stallion at all. Not in all her life, her at Isola Dei Dei. She stared at him a little, taken in his looks. He was handsome. But she had a foal to worry about. She turned back to Creed. "Come on, son. Let's get some where to rest. You are looking tired." She looked back up as she walked forward, knowing Creed would be right beside her. Or so she thought. She knew he was curious. Came with being a foal, for she knew she was nosy as well. As they began to walk past the other stallion, she looked up to nod to him, then continue on their merry way, though she did wish stop and speak to him. Since Creed has came along, she has gone on to protecting the young foal. She was nonjudgmental mare. She never saw bad unless she saw an unforgivable act going on. She snorted, as she continued to stare at him, still, not completely past him.

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Muse: ....
Word Count: 254
OOC: ...
Music: Superchick-We Live

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[bg=black] Amethyst hued orbs gazed up at the looming frame of the stallion, the colt's jaw slightly agape, relaxed, the very whites of his large widened in wonder. H-He looked like Raven! Mom! He looked like his mom! Dad? The painted colt stood, without motion, in front of the massive framed stag, gazing upward with the startled expression playing upon his features. Then, that expression melted, Creed smiled broadly, eyes closing as he tilted his head, the wind ruffling the small mane tenderly as the foal grinned. 'Hello! Isn't it a beautiful day? My mama and I were enjoying the weather! Are you out enjoying the weather too?' Quickly, the colt rattled off the speech, shaking slightly with anticipation. Soon, he would have his answer! It was only a minimal moment, a breath, so much time seemed to pour from that little silence, though for once more the foal opened his mouth to speak to the larger equine. 'You and my mama look a lot alike, you know?' The tire that had once reigned over his expression melted into one of security as well as rapture, as if he was eagerly awaiting the stallion's next words. Small heart pounded feverishly against rib cage as the breathing grew slightly faster, though he held his ground firmly, gaze raised smartly as the sun beat down upon his mixture of colored pelting. Would he answer? Would he? What about his guardian? Oh, it would be perfect if she started talking as well!

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[bg=yelllow] The surprise that came with the young foal's seeming interest in him quickly changed into a tender smile, listening as the youth rattled on, for Battle Cry was waiting patiently for a chance to answer. Almost with shy demeanor, the dun stallion smiled apologenically at the striking mare, for she seemed to wish for the colt to be moving on. Turning his light gaze back to the audience at hand, a soft chuckle shook his frame as the little one himself declared the resemblance between the two others in present company. Lowering his muscled neck as to be on the same rough height as the other, the brute gave another offered grin before answering. 'Yes, it is quite the lovely day out, and I too, am enjoying the warmth of spring.' Mindfully, the gaze flickered to the mare before the stallion gingerly continued on with his reply to the colt.'Well!' Battle Cry drew up as if in mock astonishment, catching his gaze to the mare with the facade before returning to foal.'We do, don't we? How odd!' Another linger glance of apology was given to the mare as his grin widened as he turned to the youth once more as if to urge him along to his mother. Drawing up to the full extent of his height, the stag turned the full extent of his attentiveness to the mare before him, dipping his head slightly as he offered a few words. 'Hello. I am terribly sorry, but I seem to be keeping you both from your plans. Forgive me please, for it is entirely unintentional.' The draft could not help but gaze at her a little longer than needed, another blush rising to his vividly colored cheeks as he turned to the foal. He liked him, this colt. There was a certain air to him. Something most colts of today lacked. Then again, he seemed to have a caring mother, who wanted to protect him from strangers. Strangers like Battle Cry. Slight embaressment flickered over him once more as he did not know where, in exact, to turn extent of his gaze. Very sparingly, it landed on the foal, and he chose to say once more thing before removing himself for the benefit of the mare herself. 'I believe you should listen to your mum, young fellow, it is not always best to speak with strangers.' Quietly, he tilted his head, giving a small nod, a short of clumsy bobbing bow to the mare before turning back to the ocean waves, moving toward them with a smile upon his face. If only the pair could stick around. They seemed like good company. Good equines. It hd been quite a while since he had been conversing with another. It reminded him of his home.

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Muse: Amazing. :3
OOC: ....
Music: My Way Home is Through You || My Chemical Romance

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[bg=#d69d00] Raven stood by as the colt shivered in anticipation as he spoke to the other stallion. She shook her, sighing quietly, and she walked towards them, bring herself up next to the foal. She stared at the stallion, marvel happening inside her. She was surprised. Yes, surprised. He seemed to taken an interest into Creed, and seemed to do good with the colt like him. 'It be good to have him around. For Creed.' her mind silently thought. She could never imagine being with on she does not have, for she doesn't want to end up loving that wrong one for her. But she felt, like she could trust him a bit more than other equines. She spoke, not shyly, for she was not of a shy blood. "Oh, it's okay. But it seems someone forgot how tired he was." She smiled widely down at Creed. He was a good son, though she think she may need to remind him about the stranger factor. But before she could even let a single sound or breath out her lips, the stallion seemed to being her job for her. She felt a rush a blush run across her. She saw him bow to her. But from where she was, horse never bowed, the nodded to each other. But of course. Culture of the wild horses was different than to a tame horses world. And she did live in a region humes called Canada. She nodded to him, smiling, and watched him step away. She looked at Creed, almost not wanting to scold him for talking to a stranger. She sighed. "Come on, Creed. Let's get on to the Belle Valle. You need some rest." And in her mind, she felt a thought say 'And be back tomorrow.' Some how, she felt like she should. She stepped away, this time, her eyes on Creed to ensure he didn't wander this time.

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Muse: ....
Word Count: 319
OOC: Continue to the next day?
Music: Superchick-We Live

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[bg=yelllow] Yes, a day had passed between he first encounter with equines upon this spire of land, and the stag was still dwelling upon each moment spent in the presence of the pair as if the events were pictures to be merely gawked at. Battle Cry had scarcely moved from his position upon the decided post on the ocean shore, though the brute knew it was not exactly of wise nature to spend one's nights knee deep in the frigid and salty waters of the ocean. But, at least his legs would be in good conditions. The honey-laden oculars watched the emerald hinted swells rinse golden sand, pressing fondly against his earth bond hooves before retracing back into the sea. What was the stag waiting for? He should be either heading back out to the confines of the waters, or inland to a more suitable homeland than the vegetation-lacking beaches of the island. Nostrils flared, for the dun knew the answer to the question of why he was holding his ground. He was hoping they would return. They, in all natural assumption, being the mare and foal he had fallen into the presence of the day before. Sure, the stallion's stomach was groaning for substance, but he was hardly of skin and bone. Surely a day or two without a meal would do no harm. The streaks of dawn had vanished from the crystalline heavens, the deep blur reminding him of the mare's own startling oculars. Though he pushed this from his mind, a sigh exhaled through his massive frame, for it was of wonder. They were, most likely, quite gone from the region upon this day. A mare and foal of their nature most likely had a home, the mare a mate...something that made his stomach churn. Come now! You hardly knew her, except for a minimal exchange with her son. No need to go swooning of a mare who was most likely taken by some dark-pelted casanova of high warmblood breeding. Or better yet, of Arabian decent! A groan exhausted from his vocals, for it had been these very thoughts that made him lose precious hours of sleep the night before. What if he was in the land of such a stallion? Without sleep, his senses where dull, and without food, his body was weak. Despite this, the risk was worth the reward it may yield. One more moment with the pair. Love at first sight? That may be, but love, in itself, was something true, a bond between two that extended bar beyond what he and that stranger shared. Though, it was not just her. He also felt a connection with the foal that bounded by her side, the one who spoke so well, and gazed at him as if there was a question in his throat. Children. He had always wanted foals of his own, from the moment he had matured, nay! Even before then. He, though a colt, always helped the broodmares in the herd with their own offspring, much to the displeasure of the lead, his father. Stallions were made to fight in battle, not take care of the foals. Yet, he did not believe this. That was why he was where he was, and why the only mare who had loved him was gone form this world. Camilla. Forgive me.

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Muse: Amazing. :3
OOC: ....
Music: My Way Home is Through You || My Chemical Romance

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[bg=#d69d00] Raven trotted forward, collecting her gait together. Something she had not done since her leaving of Canada for a dressage competition in Italy. She smiled as she remembered how good her life was before, being able to dance her heart out in front of adoring fans. Though that life was behind her, she still loved her life. It still was grand to her. She had a great son, and she loved him so. She let her head turn in it's high arch to the foal trotting next to her side. She smiled down warmly at him. She still couldn't understand why anyone would want to leave him. He was such a good and sweet child. And yet, he was left by his real mother. If Raven ran into that mare, she would be sure to give her an ear full. She returned her face forward as that had came up on the land. Though they ate before they left the Belle Valle, she still hungry, compared to that of little Creed. She stepped up were sand was natural grass, and not sea grass. She looked down at the foal. "You may go play, Creed. I'm going to eat a little more before I join you." She smiled at him, and before the foal left. "Don't go too far,". She reached down to him, and muzzled the smaller foal. She nuzzled him lightly, with a smile. "And I love you." She spoke, her tone light, motherly. She was glad to have him. She felt he brought a certain light to her life. As she watched him leave, Raven lowered her head to eat, keeping one eye on him, another on the grass to make sure she didn't eat nothing she did not. She felt the sea breeze, light, lifting the hairs of her body, the feathers fluttering, mane and tail floating on the air. She lifted her head as she tore some grass from the ground, looking up and around, sucking in the air, salty and clean. She chewed softly at the grass as she returned her eyes on her son, before returning her head back down to pull up some more grass so eat at. Her mind began to think. Think of the strange stallion she met, for a brief moment, because of her son. He was handsome. A little more dun colored to her, but they had very common colors. Creed saw that. But she still did not see why Creed ran up to the stallion like so. Usually he'd stay by her side, even if the other was claiming to be a friend equine, or claiming that they wished for no trouble or wish that they would do no harm. But Creed acted differently. He acted as if he knew the strange stallion. And that stallion easily talked to the colt, with understanding that he was young. And corrected Creed before she had gotten the chance to. The mare smiled softly at the thought of the stallion. He was charming in that way. She looked to see where Creed had gone....

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Muse: All but dead...
Word Count: 513
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Music:My mp3 player and sound card for my computer has died.

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[bg=black] A grin, the warmth of the affections always showered down upon him by the mare whom had taken him in as his mother. That widening grin was brought to her by him as the colt's fluffy tail flicked with the delight of play. Nodding enthusiastically, the colt bounded past the gently rolling dunes, heading toward the sea, mindful of his mama's words. Don't go too far. Love. The words still rang joyously in his little petaled ears. wonderful day! Perfect. Splendid. Well, almost. As the painted foal allowed the shower of the waves to wash over him, another thought occurred to him. Daddy! Immediately, the play ceased as the child's nostrils flared to inhale the salty scent of the sea. Ears flickered as purple hued orbs darted to catch the sight. Where? He had to be around here somewhere! Mischievious smile captured the normally genteel colt's face as he saw the figure by the water's edge. Dad! Creed gave a little whinny, forgetting the thoughts from his mother, as he raced through the sea to where the stallion waited. The self-created wind ruffled the strands of his fluffy mane as the child raced, wet sand kicked up to stick on his underbelly. Yes! It was him! The day had just got better.

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[bg=yelllow] The gentle, coaxing sound created by the ocean's surf washed over the frame of stallion as he remained standing upon his post, casting the extend of his gaze out to sea. A long, petaled ear switched backward in the recognition of familiar hoofbeats approaching his stance from a ways down the shoreline. Immediately, the brute turned his massive cranium, honeyed orbs widening at the hurling frame of painted colt rushing through the wake toward himself. Battle Cry turned, looking down with his features a mix of confusion and shock as the foal skid to a stop before him, little sides heaving with the labored breath. Upon the realization, the dun stag's muscles snapped to attention, oculars searching the beach for the form of his mother. Ears continued to decipher as his orbs hardened slightly as he looked to the colt before him. 'Child, where is your mum?' A strained moment collected between the pair before Battle Cry took it upon himself to seek out the mare, knowing full well she must be worried for the little foal now in his possession. Lowering the muscled neck a degree as he nudged the colt forth, the vibrant pelted stag set off in the direction the youth had appeared from, tracking the remaining crescents that had not been lost to the hum of waves falling upon them. Though he knew it was not his duty, for he himself was not the father of the foal, took it upon himself to bring discipline around once more.'Now young fellow, listen to me, and listen good. You cannot be leaving the side of your mother to be going off on fanciful adventures whenever your little mind pleases. You most likely have worried her sick, you know. The world, though it may look fair enough, isn't always as gentle as it is now.' Form raised slightly as, at last, the form of the little thing's mama came into the view of the draft, causing him to breath a sigh of relief as his gaze poured over the foal's painted hide once more as they moved toward her. Another flood of new-found embarrassment for the situation flooded through his conscious as Battle Cry stopped a ways away from her, head tucked as they where reunited.'Forgive me ma'am, I hate to keep meeting you this way. It seems as if your son has taken an interest in me. I suppose that would be the fault of his and I. The little guy sure seems adventurous.' He offered the foal a little smile as his gaze skirted the mares for another tedious moment. Why was this happening to him? An entirely new place and already misfortune had found him. Or, maybe not. Shyly, he smiled at the mare, another apology for her that had been given just the other day.

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Muse: Amazing. :3
OOC: ....
Music: My Way Home is Through You || My Chemical Romance

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[bg=#d69d00] When Raven looked up, she did see the colt, and her mind went into fledged state of panic. Where did he go? Did he not hear her say not too far? The mare let out a few worried nickers, hoping maybe he hadn't wander too far out of hearing shot. But she still had not seen the little foal, she started to look for him, tossing her head every which way, watching his prints in the sand, following them. Where?! Where did he go?! She feel her body race as mind panicked. Her thoughts fell, a feeling of bad mother ship now entering her mind. Oh please- The thought next broke off when she saw Creed walking, coming up with him the stallion they had met the day before. And some how, it gave her relief. She smiled gratefully, glad to see her son once more. "My gosh! No!I'm just glad you found him! It's my fault he took off on me. I should of been watching him more closely." She said, sighing in relief for her son was the same as when he left. As she felt the colt come to her, she lowered her neck, curling it around him, drawing him close to her chest in a hug. "You had me worried Creed. Why did you take off on me like that?" She spoke, her neck still curled around him. She looked back up to the stallion, her crystalline eyes say thank you, clearly etched in the detailing in them.

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[bg=black] Stepping closer to nuzzle into the warmth of his mother, the foal tried with desperation to hide the growing smile now hidden upon his maw in the folds of her vibrant pelt, the muscles aching as they held the position. His mother had told him that it was always the best to tell the truth, and the question was directed at him. With almost pride in every fabric of his demeanor, the youth stepped back, face beaming up at his mother as the words graced his little maw. 'I had to go find dad! I didn't mean to make you worried.' The tone he used was its usually quality of chipper as the purple hued orbs moved from his mama to the stallion whom must be his father. Yes, they looked so closely alike that Creed was sure of it! The little grin relapsed into a broader one, though one might think it scarcely possible. The lights that glimmered from off the ocean surf called to the colt, though the painted foal was torn between rushing out to meet them and staying by his mother's side. Ears flickering, he shifted nervously upon his feet, gaze still flickering as if unsure where to reside.

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[bg=yelllow] Though the stallion himself could have insisted that the heat he felt wash over him was merely a trick of the sun, the brute could not quite dismiss the thanks he saw deep in the eyes of the mare. Those orbs where extremely drawing, to the point where Battle Cry could hardly look away, feeling more so the fool as he did so for the unmannered nature of his staring. Exchanging gaze, he smiled down at the foal curled tightly against her chest, believing he caught the hints of a grin upon the features, but choosing to dismiss that in itself. 'If you wouldn't mind, ma'am. We seem to be falling into the habit of each other's presence, and I do believe an introduction is in order. Pardon the boldness, but I am The Temptation Battle Cry, Battle Cry if it shall suite you.' His voice was even, quite a tad smoother than he would have thought with the word sitting so uncomfortably in his throat. Never before had he been one to have a difficulty with speaking, but that was what seemed to be plaguing him now. Then, the massive equine nearly choked upon what the little colt announced next, the blood pounding in his ears. Go find his da? What an odd confusion he was in. The shock upon his features melted into one of calmness as the stag noticed the tensity of anxious nature in the foal's stance. The jitters, it would seem, from standing too long. 'Maybe if you make a promise not to run off, your mama will let you go play, hmm?' The draft offered a compassionate smile to the painted one, urging him to ask his mother as Battle Cry once more straightened, feeling not a need to make correction to the foal's speech. If the assumption in mind was on track, the little guy had most likely lost his father, or never met him, therefore was making the connection based upon the two's resemblance in pelting. It was his turn to smile at the mare, though found himself, once more, nearly in rapture with her orbs. Yes, she was quite remarkable, but he was not bold enough to think of the reasons she was alone in this place with a young foal. Instead, he tried to absorb himself with the warmth of the breeze, as well as the quiet murmur of the ocean surf, while trying to keep himself in check as to not stare. First impressions that fell short where not ones he would count on, especially if there was a herd occupying the region. Breathing evenly, it was almost as if the time seemed to cradle them in embrace, for he could not keep himself from glancing at the mare every once and a while, though precious little time had passed. Wondering, so many questions as the calm-natured stallion simply stood with patience in his form, silence on his lips, as well as the ghost of a smile. Maybe he would learn to love this place.

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Music: My Way Home is Through You || My Chemical Romance

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[bg=#d69d00] Raven raised her self back up, when she heard the stallion speak his name. Battle Cry. An odd name, but he wasn't from were she grew up."Bold? You do not know bold until you lived in my life before I got here. But I am Crystal Raven. Either name is fine to call in me in short." She spoke. But just as she finished, she heard the colt's words then. Had to go find dad? She looked to her son with wide eyes. Dad? She did not know what to say. Why would he assume that? She thought one it, thinking of logical way to explain this. Trauma. He did lose his mother early in his life, and never met his father. She looked back to the stallion as she looked over his own coat. He was of almost of the same shades of color she was, but could the foal really think it had to with their similar coat colors? She sighed. She reached down and nudged the colt forward."Go on. But go any father, Creed, and you'll give me a heart attack." She said, though she was a bit young for that yet. She watched the colt take off again, this time listen. She sighed. "I am so sorry, Battle Cry. He must have thought that because he hadn't met anyone in his family." She felt a blush work up on her own face, warming her face in embarrassment. She had tuned her eyes to the stallion, but made herself turn her eyes away from the handsome stallion to watch Creed, making sure the curious colt didn't run off again.

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