Octavius

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stallion | 18.0hhs | silver sooty bay dun tobiano | trinket of the peak

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Standing there in silence, Octavius watched his pale sister. His stormy colored eyes flickered over her body, searching for any illness or pain. He had taken his roll as a trinket in stride, knowing he was stuck in a land of women that would rather stomp him into a puddle than actually spend time with his kind. His ears swiveled though, the dark tips listening as a hawk gave its screaming cry in the sky and swooped down, hunting an unlucky rodent.


Shifting his hooves, the large stallion turned from the rocky outcropping he had been standing on and headed down a path that was well marked with his scent. He had heard many things from his sister during their time here over the past season, but Octavius kept his lips closed on the subjects of her curiosity. The stallion held no reason to search with her to find reasons to be happy. He had no reason to enjoy this place and he kept his duty of protecting Axelle at the forefront of his mind. He would survive for sure, but he would never be happy.


Sighing, the stallion moved across the windy peaks. His short tail flicked against his hips and his muscled legs picked through the rocks, searching for the easiest way down. His large frame moved closer to his sister, his voice a gentle rumble on the wind to the pale mare. He wanted to graze with her and as he continued to move, the large pale beauty named Axelle cantered up from where she was to trail him to a place in which they could eat some grass.