 He was gone. Just like that.
One minute she was smiling down at him, her lips against her twins neck in a silent plea for him to get better, when he closed his eyes and the rise and fall of his skinny black sides stops. She could have laughed, thinking he was just trying to scare her again, but when minutes of his lack of movement seemed to span into hours, she knew she was dead wrong and he was gone. Her other half, the only one who understood why she was the way she was, was gone. No one else would get her. To her, the herd, the only source of warmth she could hope to find tonight had shunned her. The mute girl with no mother or father, an orphan. She didn't hold the stallions interest, or gain his affection as he has openly given to the others mares. She was alone in the world again.
Turning from the sight of her dead sibling, she passes through the bushes that had hid them for so long, and moves under the light cast by the moon, the tears on her face are evident as they catch the pale rays and shimmer slightly. She wanted to scream so badly, to voice her grief. She stomped her hoof in anger. Her eyes narrow at the far away forms of the herd, and she can't help but snort at them. Of course they had moved off, far from her and her now dead twin. Not one of those mares held Co's love, nor did any of them offer to get close to the mute girl. Perhaps that had been her fault though, having been stuck to her brother for a while now.
Shaking her head, she stumbles toward them, hoofs catching on the roots of trees, but she stays upright. Her eyes move over each body, but she doesn't spy his coat till they move away from the group and toward the trees. A place of lookout was where he was. She was unsure of how she was going to react to him. Would she lash out in anger at the brute? that seemed to be the case as her body soon had her legs picking up into a steady trot and her ears laying back against her skull. She wasn't happy.
But even though she wants to kick him, bite him, and curse him for everything, her expression softens as she soon comes upon him, her body relaxes and the tears start to come again. She knows this is a rare moment as her head meets his shoulder, and she simply stands there, shoulders shaking in silent grief. She had no one now, no brother or her two mothers. Right now, she was seeking something or someone to fill that dark hole that four horses had filled, and yet each one had gone and died. If only she had noticed mama Yscha's scent earlier, then she wouldn't be here, but she was glad for the male company, his smell comforting to her.
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Filly . 2. Draft cobxArabian. Bay[Ee Aa]. 16.0hh. Mute
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