Skyfall is ridiculous. His mother had told him so, but for her, it was with a smile and a nuzzle. She had intense markings as well, though more muted than her winged offspring. Due to his obscene color, Skyfall had been subjected to near constant attack by predators as a colt, and if he's truthful, it's a miracle he even made it to five years old. Ridiculous. Tacky. A bright orange absurdity.
A deaf, dumb, and blind horse could see that boy.
Even now, the stallion keeps an eye for wolves. At seventeen hands, he's no lightweight and generally speaking, most predators aren't interested in the fight he'd give them. Deer and elk are more their speed, but that doesn't mean it pays to be complacent. He's gotten real good at breaking cougar jaws.
It isn't a cougar that comes out from the brush, though. He jerks his head up, ears pricked, grass hanging out of the side of his maw as he watches another horse enter the field. Oh. Well, better than a pack of cackling coyotes come to bother him. She seems content to graze for now, which is ... refreshing, but odd. For a while, he simply eats nearby, though his ears remain flicked in her direction. After a time, Skyfall lifts his head.
"I'm not usually the muted type, so..." He huffs. "...Hi?"
SKYFALL
sins of the father
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