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01-09-2014, 04:29 AM
Phoenix had heeded Gaucho's warning call as he flew over the palomino stallion that fateful day. Following without knowing what on earth was happening, Phoenix had kept quiet the whole flight except for a mere question. He wasn't a child, but he was concerened for the safety of his herd, which is what spurred him to ask these things. Tilting towards the ground, flanks were heaving with the exerted force of endless flying. Following Guacho, he noticed many horses were ushered into the safety of this certain cavern, seeing Midas beckon them in with a quiet voice. "Thank you", murmuring to the brute, Phoenix nodded his head in respect torwards Midas, grimly walking in, scanning his eyes to see who was there, and who wasn't.
Godiva wasn't present, and although he wouldn't show it, worry spread through his chest, like a mother who lost her child. Would she be okay? Was she alive? Nervousness was present in emerald eyes as ears flicked back and forth, tail rhythimcally moving to distract himself from the current situation. Rasta was there, safe with another stallion. She was safe. Emerlad eyes caught the grey form of Africa. Resisting the urge to nicker, he put on a confident mask, standing boldly, awaiting directions.
"What infection? I don't mean to be a bother, but what is happening?" Joining in the middle of a period of chaos, the palomino was utterly confused, but glad he was with herd mates.
Godiva wasn't present, and although he wouldn't show it, worry spread through his chest, like a mother who lost her child. Would she be okay? Was she alive? Nervousness was present in emerald eyes as ears flicked back and forth, tail rhythimcally moving to distract himself from the current situation. Rasta was there, safe with another stallion. She was safe. Emerlad eyes caught the grey form of Africa. Resisting the urge to nicker, he put on a confident mask, standing boldly, awaiting directions.
"What infection? I don't mean to be a bother, but what is happening?" Joining in the middle of a period of chaos, the palomino was utterly confused, but glad he was with herd mates.
