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Panic




A stilted figure moved among the trees, silhouetted by the
mid-day sun. The form hung silently in the shows, his home.
He took a step, resting his bulk weight on his sturdy hind
leg. It was now apparent that the tall creature with the
labored breathe and steady dark gaze was a feral Stallion.



A small sound broke his fix on the land around him. His erect
ears snapped to the left as he stepped out of the shadows
cast darkly by the trees. He picked up a heavy-footed trot
into a small clearing. His neck arched and he snorted proudly,
avid about letting his presence be know to those who might
be near by. He huffed and exhale as he stopped in a patch of
orange and red speckled wild flowers.



He no longer needed to harbor his power in the darkness, now was the time to be seen.

[whiskey]

Whiskey walked calmly out of the trees, his mysterious entrance plan slaughtered. His brown coat gleamed in the non-rapidly setting sun. Whiskey lowered his head sniffing the flowers then rose his head again to let out a yawn then relaxed himself to show that he meant no harm. He merely wanted to befriend this stranger. He'd learned before that making enemies was never helpful.

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The bewildered stag frozen for half a second as his sensitive
ears detected the trodden thuds of hooves approaching.
His head wiped to the side to watch another bay stallion
emerge from the cover of the trees. Panic looked the brute
up and down, then finally his gaze landed on his brown eyes.

Muscles still tense, and senses on high, he pivoted around
to face the stranger head on. He's no warrior, Panic thought.
His raven tail flew slightly in the Spring breeze.

"Who are you loyal to?" Panic said in a stern voice. His legs
tall and frozen with anticipation. Anyone but Osidius, he thought.

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Whiskey!

Whiskey relaxed his ears. He took a few steps forward to approach the stag in front of him. He bowed his head, but shortly after raised it to resume into a tough barrel stance. He arched his neck while keeping his head high. "I'm loyal to none other than myself." Whiskey was cautious not to seem too respectful or too week. He readied himself for any sudden movement. His intention was not to fight but not to be taken over either.

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The stag counted the soft ground once before
straightening his stance and relaxing his bulbous muscles.
His eyes blinked, then once again narrowed on the stag.
The hawk flew over head, screeching into the open air. Echos
filled the clearing and reverberated through the trees of the
surrounding forest. Panic's ears twitched a few times, then
relaxed.

This stallion means no harm, it was apparent, he thought.
He knows of whom to give respect, and that's all that truly
matters at this time. The brute tensed up again, rippling his
muscles under his dark pelt.

"Very well then," He said with a much quieter tone. He shook
his mane and turned to head out of the sun blazing over head.
His weary flanks swaying slightly as he walked.

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Morganstern:.^{Morning Star}

Mora savored the sweetness of the fresh spring grass as she grazed in the quiet clearing. The soft blades of grass tickled her velvet muzzle when she lowered her head for another bite. She raised her head to look around with her stormy grey eyes, seeing nothing but the luscious green plants that surrounded her. The sun filtered through the emerald canopy of leaves above her, casting a jade hue on everything. A squirrel chattered and scuttled among the branches somewhere above her and a blue bird sang a sweet song nearby. Her ears swiveled in the direction of the noises, listening to everything around her. She flicked her tail contently, and having had her fill of the grass, she set off again, leaving the peaceful clearing behind. It was nice, beautiful really, but Mora felt the all too familiar urge to keep moving. She transitioned into a smooth canter as she weaved gracefully between the trees.

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The stag elongated his dark neck, stretching the muscles.
All of my long years had been tense...ready to take over,
he thought. And now I feel the effect of retire. Panic relaxed
and picked up a sloppy trot, his large hooves beating the
fresh ground loudly. He snorted as he realized this was not
right. His mind must be somewhere else. This is not retirement,
his thoughts boomed through his skull. No, not even close.
This is now secrecy. "Secrecy," my mumbled, as if his mind
was now brain washing him.

He came through the forest at an even, but sluggish pace.
He knew not was in front of him, he was merely content with
his thoughts alone.

But something broke this trance. The sent of another equine.
His senses heightened once more. His muscles tightened,
though they were exhausted.

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Morganstern:.^{Morning Star}

The trees cleared slightly; there was more space between their trunks. Mora took advantage of the opening of space by breaking into a free-spirited run. She held her head high, her nostrils flaring, her long mane flying back like a banner in the wind, and her tail streamed out behind her. Her powerful muscles rippled with movement beneath her golden pelt, shimmering in the sunlight anytime that she passed underneath an opening in the forest's leafy 'ceiling.' She continued to run, free of all worries, and not caring where her legs carried her to. The pounding of her hooves was muffled by the soft ground cover and her heartbeat fell into step with the methodical rhythm. A strange scent reached her nostrils and she slowed to a trot, taking a few more steps before coming to a complete halt. She raised her head to the wind, smelling the air. She detected the faint smell of another equine and began to look around.

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Panic continued on his beaten path, he had traveled this
way for years, creating a thin trail in the grass. His hooves sunk
slightly in the mud as he pulled his weight into a canter, the ever
so familiar smell of a stranger lingered in the air for a moment,
then was gone with the breeze once again.

Though the war was practically dead, he couldn't risk an intrusion
from a follow of Osidius. I will not stand for it...

He ignored the chirps of the blue birds, and the content chitter of
rodents as he slowed to a trot, and finally to a stiff walk. He
raised his scruffy muzzle and inhailed. The mare was close. He
watched the distant barrier of trees on the horizon, and waited.
The sound of hooves grew nearer.

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Morganstern:.^{Morning Star}

Whoever's scent it was, it disappeared not long after Mora picked up on it. She stood there for a few seconds more, scanning around her for any other horses. Seeing none, and not really at all bothered by the vanished smell, she picked back up into her run, glad to feel the wind rushing against her again. Her hooves barely touched the ground as she flew inbetween the trees. She made it seem effortless. There was a break in the trees up ahead, and the sunlight shining through like gold beckoned her, urging her forward. She blew through last few trees, making the leaves around her shudder from her passing. The sudden unfiltered light assualted her eyes, blinding her for a moment, but she didn't slow down. Just as it blinded her, the light set her pelt aglow, making it shimmer like actual gold as she moved. Her grey eyes grew accustomed the the change in light after mere seconds, allowing her to properly see again. And that was when she saw a dark figure looming ahead of her. Caught by surprise, she skidded to a halt and slid a few feet before stopping completely. She stood completely still and regarded the stranger with her stormy eyes, her ear swiveling slightly. She pranced nervously to the side a little before standing completely still again, regarding him holding her head high proudly.