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Posted on August 29, 2015 at 12:01:48 PM by pistol
The brine against his skin was a new sensation, and the tangy salt in the air tickled his senses and excited the foal as he swam out further and further until his feet were no longer skimming the sandy ocean bed. He craned his neck high over the surf and let a high pitch snort [that resembled more of a squeak] leave his flares nostrils as his shoulder collided with the firm muscle of his sister’s side. Swimming; a hobby that Pistol had decided he really could grow fond of. Trojan’s legs were pounding the water with a steady beat, her glimmer in her eyes showing obvious excitement as the threesome followed close behind their escort. She had always loved their father, and it was clear to Pistol that she was desperate to see him, and that put hope in his heart – after all, he hadn’t met his father, and if Trojan liked him, he was pretty damn sure that he would too. Hopefully Spartan would like him back. He’d lost site of Anawar, and Whisper, who was only slightly ahead of her children, was nearing the shoreline. Her head was elegantly raised over the waves, and her sodden champagne fur was shimmering as the light hit her back. He noticed she looked happier and more at peace, and Pistol guessed that this was because her long legs had a sure footing on the ever nearing shoreline and she knew that meant she was one step closer to her lover. “Trojan.” He spoke quietly just as his hooves skimmed the land, and he caught sight of his father – a dark, chocolate-red coloured man with wavy blonde hair and a light weighted stature that matched his son’s, and then the familiar patched pelt of Anawar, the man who had taken them, and was now returning them to where they belonged. But did he belong? His sister and mother had been here, but he had not. “Yes, lil’ man?” Trojan’s beaming smile instantly put his worries of acceptance behind him as he hauled his body from the waves and shook the remaining sand from his legs. “Will daddy like me?” he asked quietly, tucking his head against his sister’s shoulder and blowing tentatively from his maw. “Why of course he will darlin’! You’ll be his first son, kinda . . . “ she trailed off and picked up a trot after their mother, who had eagerly cantered off towards the pair as soon as she saw they were safe and on dry land. Pistol had to canter to keep up with his sister’s long strides, and soon he was skidding to a rather unsteady stop behind Anawar – where he stayed, peering up at his father with a nervous look on his young face. The tension in the air was almost tangible, and as his mother gently touched Anawar with a grateful look on her face, he swore he saw Trojan stiffen. Whisper then moved to Spartan, touching his shoulder and running her muzzle up along to nibble his cheek affectionately, a low wicker released from her throat. “Dad,” Trojan stated. “Meet your son, Pistol.” colt / mutt / gold champagne dun / ee Aa nCh Dd Ff / 16.hh WFG whisperXspartan / brother to trojan html made by russell for starski's use only |
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