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08-28-2012, 10:14 PM
The blind youngster followed the scent of his brother, knowing that a challenge for their herd's leadership had gone down. Casimir left his nose close to the ground, scenting out Archibald over the scent of blood and burning flesh. The grey's stomach churned in anticipation before his hooves settled restlessly behind the over-powering stature of his brother. Casimir listened intently as the stallion before him spoke. His voice was rough and filled with pain, but his strength persevered despite his...smelly injuries. Casimir let his breathing slow, trying not to take in the scent around him. The tall grey lowered his head further, his soft skin touching blades of grass that tickled his lips and fueled his hunger. He refrained from taking a bite, surely Archibald would be angered and discipline him for disrespecting their new leader. Casi sighed, tail swishing against his legs.
Lifting his head up slowly Casimir let his words come out slowly, making sure he got them just right. "I have been trained as a warrior my entire life, by my brother," He gestured to Archibald, "But, as I am not in my second year of life, what rank, if any, can I call to?" Casimir hoped to seem intelligent by his words. He felt the herd swelling around him and he became steadily uncomfortable, tail and ears twitching oddly.
