Typhoon
stallion | 16.0hhs | red dun roan | of the ridge
Almost prancing, Typhoon walked through the Ridge with his small tail raised up over his haunches. His long legs danced with a happy hop that could have been near that of an Arabian considering how high he held his head and the forward placement of his ears. Blinking his eyes, the colt was about to turn down a different path when he heard his fathers voice and jerked his head to face that of Tyr. A beaming smile soon enough covered his face and his prancing walk turned into a sprinting run.
Rising to where his father was on the land, Typhoon bounced to a stop and seemed to wag his small tail as he reached forward to share breaths with his sire. Perking his ears, the colt beamed at the stallion before him and gave a nod. “Father.” Typhoon was raised to say father, not dad. Asphara was a bit odd on that fact, but the colt did not understand that. He knew that she was a wandering soul from the stories he had heard of the fire tainted thoroughbred, but he had this soul calling feeling of staying here no matter what happened.
“I have.” Came his reply, his body shifting to stand beside the larger draft stallion. His body would never be as large, but Typhoon would take on the bulk of his sire as he aged. He would be considered average to most, but he would end up becoming a force that many would never see coming in the years to come their way. “Have you?” he asked, his head tilting to set a green eye upon the bale beast named Tyr.
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