Rain In Summer Storm Clouds Posted on March 7, 2025 at 02:01:23 PM by Raini
She smiled sadly, her eyes on her son. He doesn’t know any of this, maybe one day, when he’s older he’ll want to know. She says, her eye switching from her son to Nico, she trusted him not to tell her son about the past, not until he was old enough and wanted to know. The only thing he does know is his sire is dead she says with a sigh. You remind me a lot of him actually, he was the son of the herd lead, we’d grown up together, he was all about family. We never bothered any other herds. She smiles sadly at the memory.
Our herd wasn’t much different to yours. It was small but we were happy. At least we were until another herd came. She dropped her head. Their stallion was simply collect mares for his herd, he must have had half a dozen other stallions with him. One of the mares she told us she paused, taking a heavy breath she told us he didn’t want any young in his herd that wasn’t his own. She dropped her head further, her voice almost a whisper.
He didn’t wait long before he snatched one of the foals. During the chaos Tino’s father beg me to run with our foal, not wanting to see him have the same fate. They were distracted with the rest of the herd, so I ran. His father stopped anyone following us, Tino was only a week old. I found somewhere to hide him later on and crept back but, it was too late. The young were dead, Tino father was dead, so was our lead stallion and I couldn’t help the other mares who were grieving. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and all I could do was return to foal and run. That how Tino grew up, on the run.