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12-11-2012, 12:49 PM
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S O R E N Soren remained remarkably silent as Xanthos went on to answer his questions. Beneath his unspeaking exterior, his mind raced with the new information. Only Unicorns are allowed here? But why? Confusion plastered itself across his visage, blue pools welling with intrigue. Why weren't Pegasus like Yol, or Equines like mother, allowed here? As the grullo went on, he began to understand the situation more and more. So the black mare and her partner were upset with something Xanthos had done. The colt's brow began to wrinkle, as he though back to the gash on the stallion's neck. Who had hurt him, really? He had not gotten a clear answer back in the steppe, and the dark female certainly seemed mean enough to do such a thing. Xanthos began to speak of the two harpies, and suddenly his jet ears stood even further on end. "Why do they think being around Pegasus or Equines is bad? I've met a Pegasus, and mother doesn't have a horn, and their both good." Soren spoke, his curious gaze growing more concerned. He could not imagine the polite, friendly Unicorn doing anything bad enough to cause those mares to be so mean. Even if they didn't like to be around Pegasus or Equines, why should that matter to Xanthos? He was a rather formidable stallion, after all. Soren was quite positive that if he was grown up as big as Xanthos, he wouldn't let any old mares be mean to him. "No, that is not fair. It's stupid. Maybe those mares just haven't met any Pegasus or Equines before? If they had, I'm bet they wouldn't think they were so bad." He answered the silver stud, his gaze sure. It was easy for him to assign a reason to such behavior. He was too young to know that there were those who hated for more complex reason, not knowing the idea of supremacy or being 'better' than someone else. They were concepts still foreign to the dappled black, but ones that would likely be learned quickly in this place.  |
