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09-19-2012, 06:04 PM
BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING
Had attention not been diverted by prayer, pitiful thinking and the like; he might have plucked a tender essence that signaled the approach of another. Alas. Familiar herd smells weren’t on his agenda of top priorities—in fact, minus wallowing in self-pity, nothing was on his agenda. A careless step taken, body pushed out of shadows to continue his boring evening. Little did the golden brute know, his evening patrol was about to get an interesting interruption. Velvet ears twitched back as soft, ‘pad, pad,’ feet and feathers combined, Midas paused with head twisting round, "Mister, Mister!" A bundle of awkward flesh stumbled toward him, "You look so sad! I help?"
A breath and then more words fell from the bright eyed bundle; before Midas could even think to part jaws and give response, “A clan colt,”he realized. The golden stud turned fully with an amused smile already starting to twist lips in an upward trend as the little patrol continued to speak, "You alone?" smallish cranium twisted round on either side, "Why?" he questioned. Half snorting Midas uttered gently, “It’s my duty to patrol the boarder,” head tilted down to seek eye leveled attention, “This job usually means being a little alone,” locking eyes with the spunky foal he added with a hint of firmness creeping in tone, “As it is your duty to be asleep during this late hour.”
Head rose, gaze trailed the distance around them, nostrils widened with judging inhale. He almost expected the dame or sire to pop out any minute and lay claim; when none could be seen or tasted upon the wind Midas turned back to his little herdmate, a question furrowing his brow. The lad was too young to travel alone, but old enough by appearance to be weaned from tit. Softly but with serious lacing Midas asked, “Where are your parents?” Gone was his worried thinking. The lad now had something to appease his mind from troubled thoughts—at least for a short while.
A breath and then more words fell from the bright eyed bundle; before Midas could even think to part jaws and give response, “A clan colt,”he realized. The golden stud turned fully with an amused smile already starting to twist lips in an upward trend as the little patrol continued to speak, "You alone?" smallish cranium twisted round on either side, "Why?" he questioned. Half snorting Midas uttered gently, “It’s my duty to patrol the boarder,” head tilted down to seek eye leveled attention, “This job usually means being a little alone,” locking eyes with the spunky foal he added with a hint of firmness creeping in tone, “As it is your duty to be asleep during this late hour.”
Head rose, gaze trailed the distance around them, nostrils widened with judging inhale. He almost expected the dame or sire to pop out any minute and lay claim; when none could be seen or tasted upon the wind Midas turned back to his little herdmate, a question furrowing his brow. The lad was too young to travel alone, but old enough by appearance to be weaned from tit. Softly but with serious lacing Midas asked, “Where are your parents?” Gone was his worried thinking. The lad now had something to appease his mind from troubled thoughts—at least for a short while.
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