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The dark prince clung to the shadow—being but a faint flash of red-tinged-gold amid the darkness. Dark blue eyes glinted scarlet with each blink against the Blood Fall’s usually bright gleam. A glance around showed him the sheer amount of others who had already gathered, and the colt is lulled into a comfortable sense of obscurity and anonymity with his place in the shadows. His sharp gaze swept back to the ram made of shadows, narrowing slightly in suspicion. But interest also lit up his face—what tricks would he bring onto others?
For himself, the colt already knew his choice, “Treat,” was his clear, but quiet, command. He did not want to draw attention to himself, just yet. But, while he demanded a treat for himself, his gaze closely watched those who had called for ’tricks’, wishing to see just what befell them.
For himself, the colt already knew his choice, “Treat,” was his clear, but quiet, command. He did not want to draw attention to himself, just yet. But, while he demanded a treat for himself, his gaze closely watched those who had called for ’tricks’, wishing to see just what befell them.
Kianzo chooses TREAT.
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