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It wasn't boredom that lured Chevron out of the Taiga Plains and into the Barrens (out of the Frying Pan and into the Fire was more like it), it was simply wanderlust. He was living the bachelor lifestyle and the buckskin prince liked to belive that roaming was something that was to be expected. He also liked to believe that he and Leodegrance had been treking the earth like a lost band of brothers for forever and a day...in reality, it had only BEEN a day. He would never volunteer anything that involved his past but though the swelling had begun to diminish from the blows he had recieved from his father, it wasn't gone completely. Two weeks had changed his life completely.
He didn't care much for those memories, (more like skeletons loitering within the backroom of his brain), that centered around the day he had been cast from his mother's herd. When they started to rattle their chains from the closet he just supressed them once more.
Enough of that. He wasn't going to let anything drag him down today. The weather was beautiful and as the wind combed the sooty locks back from his face he noted that it was brimming with the promise of Spring. The season never held much allure to him besides the thawing of the lands and better grazing. He supposed others were eager to breed, to expand their herds or whatever it was they did but Chevron didn't care enough to know and didn't know enough to care. 4 years wasn't long enough to experience the world but it was a hell of a start.
The ground was still wet beneath him and sucked at his feet as he navigated the terrain. It was littered with footprints of other equine, his nose told him mostly mares. He payed little attention to what used to be here and more towards the present. He drew to a slow halt alongside a non-descript tree and simply watched the world around him. A rustling within the trees caused him to return to reality and draw to attention. His muscles tensed in fight or flight and his ears were rigid atop his skull and for a painful moment or two he stood motionless as his heart beat a cadence and counted the seconds.
What caught his eye wasn't a bear, a mountain lion, or his father (all hateful predators) but a mare of all creatures. He relaxed ever so slightly and actually contemplated whether or not to approach. He wasn't in the mood to take a beating and if he was going to get stomped he would rather it be by Leodegrance and not a woman. It would seriously wound his ego not to mention disrupt the healing process that was taking place after his last beating dealt by his power hungry father.
Hmmm....his feet began moving before his brain ever even surrendered. He was sure it was testosterone powering them and it sickened him in a way. It was like asking to be attacked. Sometimes it sucked to be a guy. Chevron tried not to act like a teenager and firmly believed that every once in a while a good chat was better than a good....well, you know.
He slowed to a stop far enough away from the chestnut-hued mare to avoid any swift kicks. He lowered his head slightly in defense but kept his eyes upon her face.
"Hey...", he said quietly.
No game, no game, no game, his subconscious taunted viciously.
Whatever. You don't need game to have a conversation.
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