Ever since that day he had come across and bestowed wings for the little legless foal, he had found that something deep within him was deeply satisfied by helping others. For too long he had wandered aimlessly, accounting to no one but himself. For too long he hadn’t a place or reason in this world. That was the first (and perhaps only) time that he felt himself a useful contributor to society.
Often, he wondered as to the whereabouts of that little girl. Was she a fierce warrior somewhere nowadays, kicking butt and taking names? Or was she a doting mother, lovingly raising a child somewhere? Occasionally, he had an inkling to go find her, but never did he actually follow through.
He was again thinking about her and her delicate wings when the black-gray stallion came to him and spoke. Perhaps his memory of little Petya was a strange premonition of things to come. Perhaps it was just pure chance.
Regardless, Clark filed the image of the little girl and instead, watched the stallion with a curious gaze, entranced by the strange physique of the creature before him. He wasn’t altogether shocked though, for in his many years of vagabond life, he’d seen much worse. Honestly, he’d be more shocked to find a “normal” horse before him… one that looked like more himself, assuming he didn’t use his bizarre trait.
“I wasn’t aware we were playing hide and seek,” he responded merrily, the ends of his lips lifting in a small smile as a glint of amusement appeared in his dark eyes. Ever the goofball, the tobiano was hard pressed to ever act serious, no matter the circumstance.
“Well anyways,” he continued, leisurely swishing his tail over his stocky rump. “I guess you won this round.” Even if you cheated, he mentally noted to himself, unwilling to admit full defeat.
“What’s your prize?”
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