He watched them from the shadows of the thick brush of the dale offered.

The autumn sun touched down softly of the mare of midnight, only adding to the beauty she wielded with the little flowers that weaved themselves through her thick tresses, something that had clearly passed down to the to two colts of burning crimson though the blossoms that threaded themselves through their short, fuzzy manes and tails were white like snow. The first of the two thrust his head beneath his mother, nursing hungrily for a time before he pranced a short distance away from his mother and twin brother to inspect a busy little bumblebee that was darting about amidst a cluster of honeysuckle. The second of the colts however, remained beside his mother as he brushed affectionately against her ebony shoulder. Perhaps he was the more reserved of the two lads, or perhaps he simply was more weary of the unfamiliar terrain that rolled and rose out before the threesome. How right this young boy was to be weary. No doubt he'd grow to be quite the clever, strapping young stallion in the years to come.

A coy grin etched itself across his whiskered lips as he simply observed them from a distance. He knew them. Rather, he knew the luscious sabled femme to be correct. He'd met her one cool spring evening at the lake, where lovers gathered to create new life to love and nurture as well as where lustful beasts such as himself gathered in search for any vulnerable and willing mares to swoon into false securities and take them into a passionate embrace only meant to last the night and be nothing but a fleeting memory the morning thereafter. Or so it was for the handsome Spanish stallion, anyway. For the mares, it was not a memory so fleeting as it often resulted in little ones following them wherever they went. This particular mare seemed doubly fortunate to have not only had the seed of the beast of bronze and bistre catch within her sacred temple, but to have somehow managed conceiving twins. Not that it was any concern of his, but he could not deny the small sliver of pride as he studied the two boys.... his boys.

That was not what he was here for, though. He was not here to waltz into their lives and be the strong and reliable father figure they did or did not need in their lives to guide them. Let their mother figure all that out for them. He was here for her. He needed payment for his place here amongst the herd as he had promised Rhaego, and this little trinket would be the second one. How interesting it seemed that the two mares he'd coupled with that night would come to the very place he was ambitiously working to become beta stallion in. He'd never had intentions of seeing them again, not that he minded though. Finally, the handsome beast steps from his dense hiding place, coy grin still playing upon his handsome Spanish facades, thick and long ebony forelock falling to either side of his chiseled features, jagged white lightning bolt of a stripe an eye catching contrast against his dark dappled skin. He halts a small distance from the lovely woman, giving her a quick look of appraisal before meeting her gaze.

"Fancy seeing you here, sweetness."

He only looks away from her to watch as the second colt he'd observed (Gilliano, though he had yet to know his name or even care to know in all honesty) bravely placed his small frame between Bastille and his dear mother with small ears resting flat against his skull. The kid had guts, he'd give him that. He only chuckles before once again turning his attentions back to the mare, waiting for whatever reaction was to come - though he would guess that it would not be a warm one.


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I'LL GIVE YOU FEELINGS
THAT YOU WON'T WANNA FIGHT
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Bastille : Stallion : 9 years : Lusitano
Seal Brown Cream (Brown Buckskin) [image!] : Two hind socks, thin blaze in the shape of a jagged lightning bolt, starting in a pointed star in the center of his forehead and ending in a thick snip between his nostrils : Ee/A^ta/nCr/nSpl