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From a summers thread



“Im Panthere!” her blue eyes shown bright like the moon as she looked around with a very out of place grin. “Winter is my mother.” The roans skin itched to reach out and touch every horse at this meeting, her need compelled her to step closer to Solgar and farther from the safety of the yeti. The young filly had never touched him before, never felt the love of being groomed from her sire or the playful nip at her mane that Winter often gave her. The paint felt she was being quite sneaky, moving slow as molasses closer and closer to the roan. A pink nose reaching out cautiously. The words of the roans broke the spell and the frustrated filly scurried back to the safety of Winter with a sigh.

The alpha mare’s gaze clashed with the roans, she picked up her head with pursed lips. Daring, challenging the stallion to make some sort of remark. She may have lost her luster but the fire of fight burned hot in her gut. The gold had no idea why she held so much dislike for the stallion standing before her, he was after all still here after all this time. He had given her the most wonderful daughter she could ask for, had never been abusive. She drew her eyebrows into a powerful glare. Neglective. That was the stallions word. She was alone in a herd and it had slowly taken its toll on her, he should have been there for company. Winter averted her gaze and let her head drop once more, defeated on every level. The giant rift between them was most of her doing and she regretted every moment of it. So much so she had been spending less and less time in the tundra and more of her days wandering the crossing. Pink tinted lips reached out gently nuzzle against the panted roan fillies shoulder to comfort the gold. She felt the girl squirm under her teeth as some of her frustrations came out a bit more rough then she had intended. Winter would listen to what the men had to say then disappear back into the snow. Or so she thought. She flicked her ears back in annoyance at his words but grudgingly nodded her head, a silent bending of will to do as instructed.





"Speech looks like this."

7 // Mare // Warmblood // Pally ee-aa-nCr-nZ-FF-nO-nSpl // 16hh // Trepidation
html by Sabrina for Trepidation



[OOC: i thought maybe this post would be useful in the future.]

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