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Shatan said,"My name is Shatan". Shatan saw the snake and panicked. The sound was unbearable, he reared thrashing his legs, veins popping out. Then he stomped,stpopmed, and kept this pattern. He stopped then loped over to the mare,"Are you okay". I did not seem to get your name. He studied her face, frozen in horror.

[Crow'sia]

These were quite odd animals to him. Scared of a little snake? He felt the mare press her nose into his shoulder; if she pressed any harder it would become very painful. She told him to get it away, she was genuinely terrified! Or pretending for more attention… Nah, he was thinking terrified. Shatan, who just shared his name though, and also seemed distraught in a disturbing manner, scurried around and stomped the ground. Could he see it, was it so close? Had Zoal lost his touch! His hearing! A bolt of panic ripped through his body. Oh gods, what if he could not longer here properly!

Then Shatan drew closer. Zoal recoiled and began to reel his mind in. Was that chill just the wind he felt? The adolescent seemed to think it was safe, that the snake were dead, he asked if the girl was okay. Zoal shook his head. Would they think he were scared of it, that it had suddenly got to him? That he was disappointed he had not killed it? That he was crazy?

[phez]

Shatan did not think of the other stallion presence, Why should he? He has gone nuts. Shatan killed the snake and for a youngster did it quite well. The mare did not like the snakes, so he was brave enough as Zoal stood there not caring what the snake would do to the mare. He only cared about himself.


Shatan liked this this mare. She was different then the others. She was msytirious,preety, and she had a loving personality. Shatan did not know thoguh what she thoguht of him. It could not be that bad,he hoped.

[grace]

She brought her head from Zoal's shoulder a bit jerkily, her muscles still a bit tense with agitation and fear. "The name's Trinket." She said with a nervous smile. A bit mad at herself for acting a fool like that in front of the two stallions. "Uhm, sorry about that. I can't stand snakes." She said with a short, shaky laugh. She backed off of Zoal a bit and shook her coat out.

She cleared her throat as a silence began to settle over the group. She pawed at the ground, keeping her gaze away from the mangled body of the snake that was a little ways away from them.

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[Crow'sia]

He backed away still more, sure that it (the snake) was dead, and careful not to go anywhere he might fall. His steps were calculated. The mare had removed herself from him and he was free to move further and further away, and he felt eyes on him for a minute. Trinket, the name came to him. Trinket the name passed. He saw the movement of her back away, heard her apology, saw the sun’s warm glow, rising for noon which would come with in hours, and remained in his own world. They didn’t understand, they just didn’t get it. He would be die if he could not hear. How could they not know what that did to him? The image of the stallion calling as the tree took him down during the fires burned (haha, cruel irony XD) across and throughout his mind.

And then it occurred to him briefly, he had gotten past them as normal. They had not noticed his flaw. This comforted him only for minutes; he had to know about the snake. Which, really, was a bit purpose defeating, considering this recent triumph. “Where is it? Is it dead? Was it close? He was more distressed than he had been in a long time, he should tell Trinket he apology was accepted, ignore the problem at hand and test himself later. And yet, he was not following his usual rationality, it had betrayed him, left him. He turned his eyes towards the fuzzy edged bodies of both horses, horses shifting them back and forth. If he kept up the act, they might just think him retarded. Which would be much easier to remedy in the future.

Than again, if he had not been so frightened by the prospect of death he would have been perfectly fine sharing his weaknesses. He was better than them, stronger than them, smarter than them. He’d succeeded before, he’d survived a fire. But even Zoal felt the claws of elitism ripping into him, telling him he wasn’t one hundred percent adaptable, that he would be nothing but a cripple without sound for sight.

Life was so unfair.

[phez]

Shatan was confuzed by Zoal, he was very odd. The stallion acted like a silly little colot, Shatan was the true stallion here at heart. He stayed close to the mare protecting her from danger or the dead snake. He knew it was dead, but the concept of dead confuzed him sometimes. He gazed of, he glared at the sun which seemed to put his pools on fire. He then said smiling"Your a preety mare". "Where is your stallion" he asked nervously.


As he waited painly he thoguh about his life.. Abadoned as a young colt. He was now growing, fast, his fuzzy black felt was growing into a soft sleeker black. His neck was long, his muzzle was velvet not fuzzy. He was growing he sensed it. Something was telling him to take care of this mare.

[grace]

Trinket looked towards Zoal in slight confusion. He was acting a bit strange, and a bit late at that. She would've understood this behavior if it were occuring during the small crisis a few minutes before. But after? "It's dead, Zoal. And I'd say it was about.., She paused for a moment to calculate the distance between them and the mangled snake. ten or so feet away." She finished off her statement with an official nod.

Her crania turned toward Shatan just as he began to speak. Beneath her bay pelt she could feel her skin running hot in a horse-style blush. "Thank you, Shatan. But, I do not have a stallion." She said in a polite manner, adding a small smile to the end. Her worry for Zoal's behavior still worried her though.

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[Crow'sia]

Yes, they certainly seemed to think he was mentally retarded, and a sharp jabbing pain filled with a warm fuzzy glow is sickness told Zoal he did not in fact prefer this route. No, indeed it was not dandy to be thought insane and inferior at all. He could have started twitching under the pressure. Trinket relieved it. It's dead, Zoal, she told him. And it was ten or so feet away. Which was too close for his comfort. Only ten feet? he asked in his head, and his head alone. Are you sure? Maybe you aren’t good with depth. Maybe it’s farther. He dipped his head to her to acknowledge. He’d need to find out for himself, yes, but how?

The breeze, which had been cooling the open landscape as the sun warmed it, changed directions ten, like a sign from god, and hit Zoal in the face. Dust blazed into his eyes, into his ears, into his… nose. He lowered his head to the ground his muzzle scraping rocks and began to follow the scent. Sure enough he was quickly struck by the tangy copper scent of blood (or whatever it smells like) and Shatan, about ten feet away. Well, at least he had his nose. Mulling over why he might not have ranged it proper at all, Zoal returned to him. Ha Shatan seen the animal, as well as smelt it? Was that it? He returned in the middle of their conversation.

“Funny,” he said, “I thought that was the other way around,” and prepared for a speech on moral equality. He burred and shook his head, back in the present for the moment.

[phez]

Shatan had no clue what he was talking about...He was confuzed by all his talking. He blocked him out. He now payed deep focus on the mare, she was never boring to look at. He was competing with the stallion, the stallion was acting odd. Shatan was still on high alert protecting the tense mare. She was so mystirious, he loved it.


He acted cool. Then he said," Do you need a stallion?" The word, stallion seemed to haunt him. He was not a stallion.

[grace]

Her umber orbs trailed over Zoal before she turned her attention back towards the other male. "Not at the moment, I think I'm doing all right for myself." She said modestly in responce to his question. She turned back towards Zoal, her concern for him still showing through her usual calm exterior.

"And it usually is the other way around I suppose." Trinket said with a smile and a toss of her mane.

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[Crow'sia]

They both continued to wear a veil of confusion, and Zoal passed it off for the time being. Shatan as it were seemed to be continuing his crusade for a mare at such a young age, why he did not wait till he was older, or find a fine young filly to mingle with, he would probably never know. The colt’s eyes seemed fixated on her, entranced, few were so hypnotizing; he must have no received the memo. He decided again to join in on their conversation. “I believe so. The herd lands are quite welcoming I hear, if you do want a ‘home’,” he said, bored, and yet flicked a smirk towards Shatan, to mock his defeat. And then Trinket turned to him, Zoal only smiled in return. She still seemed quite concerned.

“I’m fine. Just old worries buggin’ me,” he assured, eyeing her curiously. He briefly wondered if she’d further inquire.

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Shatan could not find a young filly. He looked all over, none could be found. He would probaly search more. Shatan said,"I will be back". He galloped of searching for a fine young filly. His pools were darkened. He trotted and trotted. He was never going to find this filly. He halted, and thought. He stayed.


He shifted his body to one side, and looked out over the lands. Preety lands,lush lands,crystal water, his friends. Friends? He had none. He turned his gead and looked out where he would search for a new filly, thats what everyone was telling him. Filly? Mare? To him it all meant the same thing, a friend. He needed them. He flicked his mane then thought, he shall stay a bit longer. He lunged back heaving. He loved running, he had no clue why. The rush of the breeze? His heart thumping fast? Him beating the wind? As he thought of theses things, he glared at the stallion.



He *seemed* to be competeing with this stallion. For what?Again he questioned himself. He did not even bother. He searched over the land searching for only one thing on his mind, food. Oh, the lush grass,gree,tasty,lush. Yum, he thought. He could not seem to eye it. Maybe the other equines would know. But he would not bother to ask them. He wondered on....

[grace]

ooc: Phez, your post needs to be longer than that. You're a whole two lines short. That's just ridiculous.

[Hazel]

[ Phez, sorry, but Grace has reported your short length posts, and I will have to add a slash to your name. ]

[ Exaunt ]

[phez]

(I fixed it)