orhan
As he continues to shift nervously in the water, black legs trembling and sending anxious ripples across the glassy surface of the oasis, his dark eyes shift to the animated shape of his dam pushing herself in between the two males. Though his ears are still flat atop his head and his nostrils flaring to show the pink, he manages to draw strength from his mother's confidence. When she wants to, El Aran can be a sight to see, and he could not be gladder that she is there to defend him. Slowly but surely, he calms down and ceases his nervous dancing. This allows him to give the strange stallion a thorough looking-over for the first time.
He is tall, for a start. Combined with the loud red and white patches on his body, so bright they seem to Orhan about to jump out at him, this makes him quite intimidating. Orhan cannot help but wonder how, when his dam had previously done such a good job of seeing off unwanted intruders before they could so much as catch a whiff of him, this stallion had managed to come upon them so suddenly. Or was Ma aware of him the whole time? He continues to take in every inch of the stranger's appearance, and is wondering if his sire had been as tall as this specimen, when he notices the strange curved-in shape of the stallion's ears. He doesn't dare say anything about them, however, so instead he tucks his chin into his chest and listens to what the man has to say.
He isn't happy with what he hears. What on earth is a 'second'? Confusion, fear, and anger tear through his nervous system again, filling him with a cold anxiety that seems to turn his gut upside-down. Taking a few steps closer to his dam for support, he lifts his chin with indignation and stares the terrifying stallion right in the eyes (or as best he can, given their height difference), trying not to let his resignation show. "M-my dad ruled here for years. This was and always will be our family home. What m-makes you think you can just come and take it away?" Despite his best attempts at hiding it, however, emotion is still thick in his youthful voice, and as soon as the words have left his mouth he regrets them. Terrified that Renaissance will strike out at him, Orhan ducks his head, takes a couple steps backwards, and glares up ruefully at the pinto stallion.
yearling; mutt; buckskin; 15'1hh wfg; encantador x el aran; shiva |
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