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Indian Hemp's world is slowly turning upside down. He just might burst with the tumult of thoughts tumbling through his mind right now. In all his years, experience has only ever learned him of the cunning and aggression of other stallions. They are only out to beat down those that are weaker. The goal is to come out on top and steal away with the mare, or at least a hardy laugh if that is the only reward available for their aggression. This Onisha character chats almost as brightly as his coat shimmers in the spring-time sunlight. If he didn't know any better, Indian Hemp would think this stallion truly friendly, but it must be a trick. He'll get Hemp to relax then jump in for the kill when Hemp least expects it. As much as the young, spotted stallion wants to believe in kindness, his suspicions take greater root, overgrown, and smother the sunlight for hope. He continues to regard Onisha with a wary eye and nervous, swiveling ears. His muscles remain taught, ready for flight, and his thin skin twitches where there are no flies.

Indian Hemp lets loose a breath he didn't realize he was holding and nods dumbly to Onisha's pleasant words. It is then, that Onisha takes apparent notice of the daunting stranger, hovering on the outskirts of their gathering. Much to Indian Hemp's shock and horror, the golden stallion turns to this stranger and invites him over. Oh no! They're going to gang up on him. There's no way Indian Hemp would win a battle with one of these stallions. He really doesn't stand a chance against two. The young stallion draws his ears back and his white-rimmed eyes open even wider. He is like a rabbit, startled in the brush but too frightened to move.

He doesn't even hear what Chianti says before she too, turns to the stranger and offers him an invitation. She sidles up next to him, all innocent-like. Indian Hemp shoots her an accusing glance and edges away. Is she in on it too? In his mind's eye, Indian Hemp can remember a time like this, when his step-siblings, male and female, gathered around him, pretended to make small talk and act like they sincerely wanted to be friends. They lead the scrawny colt up-wind of a predator someone spotted in the brush, chatting merrily along the way and urging him on. They asked him to wait there a moment; there was a surprise for him. Then they left him to stand alone, waiting for nothing but the great cat to leap out of hiding and nearly pounce him. The weanling Indian Hemp escaped within mere inches of his life and his siblings laughed as he squealed and ran, terrified and with a hungry cougar on his heels, all the way back to the safety of the herd. Cougars do not usually risk an encounter with an adult horse, especially not a group of them, so the cat gave up the chase, but the experience left Indian Hemp reeling in shock, and his heart pounding in his throat. To this day, he can feel the cat's claws on his hocks and its hot breath on his haunch.

Somewhere inside a little hope sprung that maybe this stranger would snub them and leave, that this is not the elaborate hoax he expects it to be, but the thought is only brief. The red roan stallion sets into motion right for them. His carriage demands respect, and his size of sinew and bone prove to be all the more awe-inspiring the closer the stallion comes, but it is not until the stranger opens his mouth that Indian Hemp's world truly is inverted.

Upon hearing the stallion's name he issues a loud snort of disbelief. This reaction might be seen as rude, but Hemp's not thinking about that right now. What he wants to know is what these hooligans are up to and how they know about his encounter with the Quarter Horse stallion that lives on the main land. "You've got to be kidding me! Who are you and what game are you playing at?" Indian Hemp's breath comes in quick snatches now and his heart flutters wildly in his chest. He shakes his head, ears drawn and takes a step back. "This isn't funny!", he yells. "If you came here to trick me, I'll not fall for it, and if you came here to humiliate me, I'll not hear it. I don't know how you know about me and what happened then, but please, stop following me!" His knees are shaking with fear but he manages to express his anger with his raised voice, careful not to stutter. His ears are pinned and his eye look like they might burst from their sockets. He lets loose an angry huff in one last-ditch attempt to hide his nerves.

INDIAN HEMP

five years * stallion * black partial leopard * 16.1 hands * appaloosa x irish thoroughbred * cliff lion x niamh
played by Sabrina