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Don't give up; You haven't lost
Posted on May 2, 2013 at 07:27:24 PM by Yoren

Distant, that was what Yoren had become lately. He was past the whole 'id kill you if i could' moment, and had kept his distance from his father and uncle. He laid his red ears back at the thought of the brothers, his family. There was two of them and yet, his mother had been stolen away so easiy. Could it be his father was tired of his mother? had she simply been here to birth him a son? So many questions swirled around in the boys head, and it sickened him. He knew this much, neither stallion was making any effort to get her back. Lifting his short neck, he eyes the hills where the two leaders would always stand and he is not at all surprised to find his father staring at him. Yoren felt a small pain in his chest, and looked away, staring back at the growing herd. Somehow his father had more women, but not one was his mother.

With a narrowed look, he makes a step to move away, but then the call sounds from the hils and Yoren truns to look. The brothers were moving and it was his father who had made the call. Looking toward the herd, he guessed it was a meeting of some sort since the call didn't seem to be directed toward just one horse. He heaved a heavy sigh and moved, heading to the pair. He almost stumbles though when he catches the sight of the pretty filly he had found in the woods a while back ago. He wasn't expecting her here.

His red legs move him slowly across the fallen snow of the clearing, but he does eventually make it to them, and moving around the trio in a circle, pushes in between his father and uncle. He has left a good couple inches between him and his father, his hip touching that of his uncle's in a silent comfort. If his mother had been here, he'd be pressed against his father like a small colt again, but no, there was no warmth coming from the young boy today, even though he does attempt to offer up a small smile at his uncle. He bears Rhaegar no ill will, and would not be as cold toward someone who has just gotten here.

Tilting his head away, he looks around the chest of his father at the pretty filly again. Who was she really?

Colt. mutt. red roan. 15.2hh[wfg].
Solgar x Neassa
character by meggieboo. html and image by snow.

[full of lots of mistakes and such >.< eh. forgive me]

Replies:

dark night, hold tight - By briar May 3, 2013 at 08:31:55 PM
- From a summers thread - By Winter & Panthere May 4, 2013 at 00:19:19 AM
  - hot and cold, silver and gold - By RHAEGAR & SOLGAR May 12, 2013 at 05:43:29 PM
    - WHEN TROUBLES COME - By SOJOURNER May 14, 2013 at 03:47:33 AM
      - hot and cold, silver and gold - By RHAEGAR & SOLGAR May 29, 2013 at 02:42:42 PM
        
        From a summers thread - By Winter & Panthere May 31, 2013 at 01:27:22 AM
        
        Don't give up; You haven't lost - By Yoren May 31, 2013 at 01:50:36 PM
        
        x - By Solgar June 9, 2013 at 01:24:36 PM

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