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Posted on June 8, 2022 at 04:22:08 PM by Vadim
As of late, the yearling had found the Marauder to be extremely interesting. Every time Reho left, it seemed he came back with a new scent. Some island he had visited, or herd he had spoken to; it always brought something fascinating for Vadim. So, when the painted stallion wasn’t looking, the lanky yearling would stalk him from a distance. His inquisitive eyes wanting to watch, and to learn. If Tyr had noticed his son’s strange behavior, he hadn’t said anything about it. Perhaps glad to finally have a small break, and Vadim no longer be under hoof at all times.
On this particular hot day, Vadim hadn’t actually thought to follow the painted stallion. It was too miserably humid to find any sort of care aside from to perhaps leave the precious shade to find a mud puddle to roll in. The biting insects were just as annoying, which drove him to finally seek action. Lurching into a trot, Vadim hurried along to try and seek some reprieve from a nearby pool of water when he was brought to a halt early by the scent of Reho. He had been here not too long ago, and even more interesting is that the trail was leading out of the Lagoon. Torn, Vadim couldn’t decide what to do at first, but finally he turned and followed after the Marauder.
It wasn’t Vadim’s first visit to the Commons. But it was his first time stepping into the open area without his father in town. His head raised and eyes searching, he finally spotted Reho, and he couldn’t help but feel shocked. The stallion was clearly angry with the darker one, body posture speaking the truth since Vadim was too far away to hear words. At first, Vadim didn’t know what to do. Stay here, out of the way, and watch? Should there be further trouble, he could always race back to get Tyr. But the colt shook his head, not caring for that idea. With his breeding and size, even as a yearling he was bigger than some mature stallions. He could do this; he didn’t need his daddy to step in.
Breaking into a gallop, Vadim hurried over to the trio, only pulling up to a stop when he stood next to Reho. The yearling tried to stand square, his head up and neck arch to attempt to make himself bigger; older looking. “You’re nothing but a bully.” he snapped out at the black stallion. Perhaps not his best quip, but he felt it was a truthful one. “Surely you have some hole to slink off to?” Because why would the stallion be stupid enough to face off two of them? Vadim didn’t realize that the mare could very well be on the offenders side.
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Replies:
- Open your heart like the gates of hell; - By WARDUNA June 9, 2022 at 01:56:18 PM
- Home is where your teeth sink in - By Fell June 9, 2022 at 03:52:41 PM
- in the deafening silence; - By Rehoboam June 9, 2022 at 04:38:37 PM
- turn men into monsters - By Vadim June 17, 2022 at 03:29:06 AM
- Open your heart like the gates of hell; - By WARDUNA June 25, 2022 at 03:50:48 AM
- turn men into monsters - By Vadim June 17, 2022 at 03:29:06 AM
- in the deafening silence; - By Rehoboam June 9, 2022 at 04:38:37 PM
- Home is where your teeth sink in - By Fell June 9, 2022 at 03:52:41 PM
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