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In all honesty, he has almost grown used to being alone. It’s almost preferable some days, but that has never stopped him from watching herds from a distance as the moons roll by. Yet, he thought, stealing from another always seemed ugly somehow, and singularity preferable. That changes one morning.

Aiolos spends most of the morning pretending he doesn’t see the other stallion making a half-assed attempt to look like he was grazing. He ignores the way the stud’s head bobs up now and then to peer at him, or the curious glint in eyes as he edges ever closer. The sky is bright with just a few clouds bobbing about above the grasslands, and Aiolos is in no hurry.

He hasn’t survived eight years to spook at the sight of another stallion, at least not one so young and wary.

It’s mid-afternoon when Aiolos finally raises his head from grazing, to look at the chocolate stallion who raises his head in turn, arching his neck and standing tall. Aiolos has to physically resist the urge to roll his eyes at the display.

Colts.

Instead he whirls to charge, front hooves flailing and ears pinned into his long red mane, as the stallion skitters away, gathering his bulk underneath him to turn to flee a few strides before turning again – as if his brain is forcing him to turn and face the charge rather than flee from it like an idiot. He goes into a half-rear, and Aiolos in turn stops short of the nearly grullo stallion to rear to his full height, hoofs lashing towards the stranger.

Just to come back to the ground with a ‘thump’ and a squeal, ears still locked in messy mane. The other stallion’s ears are pinned, glowering at him warily, and squaring for a fight – its funny when Aiolos simply relaxes his language, ears flicking forward instead of baring teeth and locking up with the other stud.

“ Is that what you were expecting all morning?” It’s dry, tired and bored of the conversation. The silver-dun nearly stops dead, bright brown eyes going wide in blatant surprise. His mouth pops open just slightly, ears twitching against his will.

“ Uh..”

Aiolos huffs a soft laugh, shaking out his mane, perhaps a little meanly and waits for a proper answer. It’s fun to watch the almost-colt’s brain rocket around trying to catch up. Aiolos takes a moment to take him in, to assess the stranger. His coat is beautiful, and from a distance he’d thought him a dark grullo, but up close it’s obvious that the coloring is too dark even for that. The silver of his mane is a lovely contrast and gives him perfect camouflage in the night.

He cuts a striking image. He’s as tall as Aiolos is himself, though he’s broader in the shoulder and him – less cut and willowy and for a moment a stirring of real anger anchors itself in his mind. He’s left that behind, he reminds himself, for all the good it has done him.

He’s startled out of his thoughts when the stallion clears his throat in a cough.

“ Yes?” The stallion finally croaks, raising a wary eyebrow and relaxing bit by bit, though there’s still a little wild white seen around his eyes. It’s almost cute, the distrust found between stallions when violence is so close to the horizon.

Aiolos chuckles quietly, “ At least you’re honest, boy. What’s your name and what do you want? I’m enjoying my solitude.”

He straightens up just a little, this stranger, and offers a smile. He’s pretty when he smiles, dashing almost, and with time he’ll be a proper heart-throb for any mare foolish enough to be swayed by a simple smile.

“ I’m Wolf,” he begins and Aiolos almost asks him what that means, but doesn’t, “ and I don’t? Want anything? “ He seems baffled at his own answer, eyes moving downcast as his expression turns downward and almost frustrated with it.

There’s a beat of pity and Aiolos finds himself sympathizing with the boy.

“ I’m Aiolos,” he says softly, kindly, “ and in my experience, when we want nothing it is usually for want of simple company. More than once I’ve found myself in such a situation – and as it is, I’m not against such company now.”

Wolf looks almost ashamed, expression shuttering and closing off just slightly. Perhaps he was the sort to believe that wanting any sort of softness or comfort is the wrong sort of sentiment, taught to him by heavy-hooved fools who thought themselves better for their cruelty, instead of the kindness they could have offered their kin.

“ I-“ Wolf starts before dropping it, perhaps in defeat as his gaze drops to the ground. Aiolos waits patiently and when the other stallion, Wolf, fails to start again he speaks up – “That was an offer, Wolf. We’re safer in at least pairs, you’ve surely known this since colthood, and I’m not shoo’ing you off.” The embarrassment doubles and Aiolos resists the urge to snicker.

Wolf starts just slightly, relief rolling off his figure slowly as he relaxes into the thought, bobbing his head in agreement. Aiolos hums softly and turns – there’s a stand of trees in the distance and the day was only growing hotter in the sun. He takes a few steps, listening as Wolf’s hooves fall in the same cadence before he stops, gaze sharpening into shards of flint as he stares over his shoulder at his new companion.

“Wolf? Just so we’re clear, if you bite the nose that helps you, I’ll break your leg and leave you for dead, yes?” He stares into sunset eyes, and waits for the shock to wipe itself off the stallion’s face, watching as it settles into grim resolve and understanding even as Wolf nods in agreement, “ Good. I think if we can both follow that rule, we’ll having a charming time.”

Fear, he has learned, is the best rule to set in the beginning.

Lead: Aiolos 242

Featured Horses:  Aiolos 242 , Wolf 54

Responding to: N/A

Tracker: Aiolos Tracker
WC: 1007

RNG Rolls: Yes!

Healing:

Ageing:

Description

Ref

In all honesty, he has almost grown used to being alone. It’s almost preferable some days, but that has never stopped him from watching herds from a distance as the moons roll by. Yet, he thought, stealing from another always seemed ugly somehow, and singularity preferable. That changes one morning.

Aiolos spends most of the morning pretending he doesn’t see the other stallion making a half-assed attempt to look like he was grazing. He ignores the way the stud’s head bobs up now and then to peer at him, or the curious glint in eyes as he edges ever closer. The sky is bright with just a few clouds bobbing about above the grasslands, and Aiolos is in no hurry.

He hasn’t survived eight years to spook at the sight of another stallion, at least not one so young and wary.

It’s mid-afternoon when Aiolos finally raises his head from grazing, to look at the chocolate stallion who raises his head in turn, arching his neck and standing tall. Aiolos has to physically resist the urge to roll his eyes at the display.

Colts.

Instead he whirls to charge, front hooves flailing and ears pinned into his long red mane, as the stallion skitters away, gathering his bulk underneath him to turn to flee a few strides before turning again – as if his brain is forcing him to turn and face the charge rather than flee from it like an idiot. He goes into a half-rear, and Aiolos in turn stops short of the nearly grullo stallion to rear to his full height, hoofs lashing towards the stranger.

Just to come back to the ground with a ‘thump’ and a squeal, ears still locked in messy mane. The other stallion’s ears are pinned, glowering at him warily, and squaring for a fight – its funny when Aiolos simply relaxes his language, ears flicking forward instead of baring teeth and locking up with the other stud.

“ Is that what you were expecting all morning?” It’s dry, tired and bored of the conversation. The silver-dun nearly stops dead, bright brown eyes going wide in blatant surprise. His mouth pops open just slightly, ears twitching against his will.

“ Uh..”

Aiolos huffs a soft laugh, shaking out his mane, perhaps a little meanly and waits for a proper answer. It’s fun to watch the almost-colt’s brain rocket around trying to catch up. Aiolos takes a moment to take him in, to assess the stranger. His coat is beautiful, and from a distance he’d thought him a dark grullo, but up close it’s obvious that the coloring is too dark even for that. The silver of his mane is a lovely contrast and gives him perfect camouflage in the night.

He cuts a striking image. He’s as tall as Aiolos is himself, though he’s broader in the shoulder and him – less cut and willowy and for a moment a stirring of real anger anchors itself in his mind. He’s left that behind, he reminds himself, for all the good it has done him.

He’s startled out of his thoughts when the stallion clears his throat in a cough.

“ Yes?” The stallion finally croaks, raising a wary eyebrow and relaxing bit by bit, though there’s still a little wild white seen around his eyes. It’s almost cute, the distrust found between stallions when violence is so close to the horizon.

Aiolos chuckles quietly, “ At least you’re honest, boy. What’s your name and what do you want? I’m enjoying my solitude.”

He straightens up just a little, this stranger, and offers a smile. He’s pretty when he smiles, dashing almost, and with time he’ll be a proper heart-throb for any mare foolish enough to be swayed by a simple smile.

“ I’m Wolf,” he begins and Aiolos almost asks him what that means, but doesn’t, “ and I don’t? Want anything? “ He seems baffled at his own answer, eyes moving downcast as his expression turns downward and almost frustrated with it.

There’s a beat of pity and Aiolos finds himself sympathizing with the boy.

“ I’m Aiolos,” he says softly, kindly, “ and in my experience, when we want nothing it is usually for want of simple company. More than once I’ve found myself in such a situation – and as it is, I’m not against such company now.”

Wolf looks almost ashamed, expression shuttering and closing off just slightly. Perhaps he was the sort to believe that wanting any sort of softness or comfort is the wrong sort of sentiment, taught to him by heavy-hooved fools who thought themselves better for their cruelty, instead of the kindness they could have offered their kin.

“ I-“ Wolf starts before dropping it, perhaps in defeat as his gaze drops to the ground. Aiolos waits patiently and when the other stallion, Wolf, fails to start again he speaks up – “That was an offer, Wolf. We’re safer in at least pairs, you’ve surely known this since colthood, and I’m not shoo’ing you off.” The embarrassment doubles and Aiolos resists the urge to snicker.

Wolf starts just slightly, relief rolling off his figure slowly as he relaxes into the thought, bobbing his head in agreement. Aiolos hums softly and turns – there’s a stand of trees in the distance and the day was only growing hotter in the sun. He takes a few steps, listening as Wolf’s hooves fall in the same cadence before he stops, gaze sharpening into shards of flint as he stares over his shoulder at his new companion.

“Wolf? Just so we’re clear, if you bite the nose that helps you, I’ll break your leg and leave you for dead, yes?” He stares into sunset eyes, and waits for the shock to wipe itself off the stallion’s face, watching as it settles into grim resolve and understanding even as Wolf nods in agreement, “ Good. I think if we can both follow that rule, we’ll having a charming time.”

Fear, he has learned, is the best rule to set in the beginning.

Lead: Aiolos 242

Featured Horses:  Aiolos 242 , Wolf 54

Responding to: N/A

Tracker: Aiolos Tracker
WC: 1007

RNG Rolls: Yes!

Healing:

Ageing: