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Hugo had a bad feeling about the overly friendly mare from the beginning.
Her and Satie had joined the gathered herds around the waterhole to drink. Usually they preferred to drink when no one else was there, but they were pretty tired and very thirsty from their recent travels, so they decided to take their chances.
As per usual, there was great interest in two young mares without a herd stallion.
Before they even reached the water Hugo already had to square up with two over eager bachelors. They were also pretty young, evidently out on their own for the first time and eager to snag up any pretty mare who look at them once, or even not at all.
One of them, a chestnut paint sidled up to Satie’s side, a self-important smirk on his face.
„Heyyy there, pretty! Where’s your band stallion?“ „Or did you just leave your natal band and are on your own?“
The second bachelor, a bay appaloosa, had sneaked up on Hugo‘s other side, a matching grin on his face.
Hugo threw her head back and stepped closer to Satie, away from the eager stallion. „That’s none of your business. We are not interested in any proposition you want to make us, so go stuff it!“
The smug expression on the bay’s face wavered. „Come on, don’t be like that. What do you girls plan to do, just meander around without a stallion or a herd?“ He tried for another winning smile, but it was strained.
Hugo snorted dismissively and strode past the two bachelors towards the waterhole. „Exactly!“ She didn’t turn around as she left the two bachelors looking after her, dumb-founded.
However, she heard the paint stallion tell Satie; „Wow, your friend is a lot, huh? If you ever get tired of all of this nomading around with her, we’re always around here!“
Hugo suppressed the roaring urge to whirl around and kick the insufferable bachelors to the ground. Satie could stand her own ground, and she didn’t like it when Hugo got violent.
Hugo didn’t like to admit it, but phrases like that hit her where it hurt most. Satie was usually uninvolved and reticent with her opinions. Some horses interpreted it as being cold and apathetic, others as timid and being a pushover.
And those who assumed the latter, usually concluded Hugo to be tyrannical and domineering over her.
She’d been told those were her worst traits over and over, along with her explosive temper and bull-headedness.
And she had always been the leader of the foals in their old herd. She always had opinions and she couldn’t bear others making decisions she didn’t agree with. The other foals followed her, because Hugo was good at making up games and because Hugo could indeed get pretty nasty when she didn’t get her way. But no one wanted to actually be her friend and the animosity they had towards her was palatable.
The mothers of the other foals hated her for harassing their children, as they perceived it, and her own mother hated her for making her look bad in front of the other mares.
But Satie wasn’t like the others. She wanted to be her friend. She liked Hugo’s ideas and she braved Hugo’s bad moods and her temper, even as Hugo hated herself for it.
Sometimes Hugo felt like she was putting Satie through too much by being her friend. She deserved someone who was sweet and friendly, who didn’t erupt over mundane things.
Most of all, she feared she was making Satie live a life she hated. Hugo was convinced of her lifestyle, but when the insecurities were wracking her, all she could think of was that she was depriving Satie of a normal life by dragging her around with no one but Hugo for company.
A lot of the time Hugo felt like she wasn’t very good company.
A crystal-clear laugh broke her out of her spiralling.
She heard Satie say: „I’m already more tired of you two than I could ever be of her. Have a good day.“
Moments later, her familiar, comforting presence caught up with Hugo. Satie pressed her head to her flank reassuringly.
„Let’s go drink!“
They moved towards the hole, snatching up a place next to a small band.
As they drank, Hugo noticed a mare stopping in her track and eyeing them up. She groaned innerly. This was why they usually avoided herds as best as they could. Other horses could never mind their business.
Hugo could handle being treated as a freak, laughed at, or insulted. Well, most of the time. But being constantly harassed into joining a herd or patronised ground her gears like nothing else.
Just as she expected, the mare spoke up, with a friendly, sympathetic tone: „Well, those young bachelors were pretty pushy, huh?“
Great. Hugo could already see where this conversation was headed. Trying to discourage the mare from continuing the conversation, she grunted noncommittally.
Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect: the mare scooted closer and continued, „It’s good that you didn’t take them up on it. Those young bachelors have no idea how to lead and protect a herd. Usually they lose their mares within the first season to another stallion. It’s really quite pathetic to witness!“
You’re pathetic to witness, thought Hugo. She didn’t say it though. She glanced over to Satie, giving her a small smirk. Look at how I’m controlling myself!, it said. Satie had a sparkle in her eyes and a faint smile playing on her lips that made it clear she understood what Hugo was communicating.
Hugo looked over to the mare to get a proper look at her. She was short, delicately built with a curly mane and an open, friendly expression. She didn’t trust that. Even though the mare was trying her hardest to appear non-threatening and amicable, there was a coldness in her eyes that she wasn’t quite able to hide. At least not from Hugo’s sharp, mistrusting eyes.
She instantly went from exasperated to wary. Experience taught her that she should not get lulled into the friendly chatter of this mare, and instead make a quick exit.
But as she moved backwards to walk away, the mare nimbly turned around on her feet, blocking her leave. The friendly expression on her face solidified into an stony mask.
„Why so quick to leave, my dear? I hope those Bachelors haven’t soured the place for you? You can relax with us for a bit“, she gestured to her herd, who were now watching them intently, „get a rest from being all on your own, hmm? My name is Angel, who are you?“
Hugo felt the blood rush through her ears. She felt trapped. She felt furious for having to put up with not one, but two intrusive horses who couldn’t just leave her and Satie the hell alone.
The friendly but vacuous look in the mare‘s eyes unnerved her. She needed to get out of there, and honestly, she didn’t have any patience left.
With a snarl she lunged at the mare, who stumbled back in shock.
„Leave us alone, you scheming snakes!“, she cried, snapping at Angel‘s throat. The smaller mare was no match for her, scrambling back from her frantically, her eyes wide with shock.
Chaos broke out among the horses. A golden-furred stallion, probably Angel‘s band stallion, charged at her. Hugo managed to evade his attack, but crashed into a soft, small body behind her.
She swirled around, teeth bared and ready to strike at the next horse, but found herself face to face with a young chestnut paint filly, who was staring at her with wide, panicked eyes. „Heulandite! Get away from her!“, she heard a mare cry out, and the foal scampered away as though a wolf were at her feet.
The interaction shocked Hugo out of her rage-blinded state. She suddenly realised that most horses had quickly retreated from the waterhole. Only her, Satie, and Angel with her band were still standing there.
Satie had positioned herself between Hugo and the band stallion who was trying to get past her.
Satie stood with her head lowered and her ears pinned. „Leave us alone and there will be no trouble“, she said. Despite her tense posture, she spoke calmly.
„We don’t wish for a fight, but we will not tolerate being harassed.“ She stared Angel in the eye, who was standing at the flank of her band stallion, her eyes gleaming with rage.
The stallion seemed to war with himself. His golden eyes flicked between Satie and Hugo, who was standing behind Satie, overwhelmed and frozen. But then he straightened up and tipped his head tensely. „Very well. Go on your way, we will forgive this attack. I hope, however, that we do not cross paths again.“
Satie hesitated visibly. She glanced at Angel again, then back at the stallion. Finally, she conceded, mumbling a farewell, and turned around to face Hugo.
Silently, the two mares left the waterhole. Hugo couldn’t help but feel a thousand thorns prickling her back. She looked back. The herd had evidently mostly settled down, even the band stallion was calmly drinking from the waterhole. Only Angel still stood there, her eyes fixed on them. Their eyes met. Hugo did her best not to shudder at her murderous gaze.
„Come on, Hugo, leave it“, called Satie softly. Hugo turned back around, realising she had come to a standstill. Satie was standing a few steps in front of her. As she knew her to be, her posture was relaxed, her face kind, her voice patient.
Hugo followed after her.

Stallion ID: #135
In Response to: Unclaimed Meadow, Foal Mixup #41, Encounter Stallion 206, Encounter Stallion 315, Encounter Stallion 169
Art Features: Hugo , Angel
Literature Features: (7) Hugo, Satie, Angel, Bachelor 296 , Bachelor 315 , Bachelor 169 , Heulandite
Word Count: 1611
Members that own outside horses: Heulandite (Rising-Star-Farm #41)
Rolls: Feathers

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Hugo had a bad feeling about the overly friendly mare from the beginning.
Her and Satie had joined the gathered herds around the waterhole to drink. Usually they preferred to drink when no one else was there, but they were pretty tired and very thirsty from their recent travels, so they decided to take their chances.
As per usual, there was great interest in two young mares without a herd stallion.
Before they even reached the water Hugo already had to square up with two over eager bachelors. They were also pretty young, evidently out on their own for the first time and eager to snag up any pretty mare who look at them once, or even not at all.
One of them, a chestnut paint sidled up to Satie’s side, a self-important smirk on his face.
„Heyyy there, pretty! Where’s your band stallion?“ „Or did you just leave your natal band and are on your own?“
The second bachelor, a bay appaloosa, had sneaked up on Hugo‘s other side, a matching grin on his face.
Hugo threw her head back and stepped closer to Satie, away from the eager stallion. „That’s none of your business. We are not interested in any proposition you want to make us, so go stuff it!“
The smug expression on the bay’s face wavered. „Come on, don’t be like that. What do you girls plan to do, just meander around without a stallion or a herd?“ He tried for another winning smile, but it was strained.
Hugo snorted dismissively and strode past the two bachelors towards the waterhole. „Exactly!“ She didn’t turn around as she left the two bachelors looking after her, dumb-founded.
However, she heard the paint stallion tell Satie; „Wow, your friend is a lot, huh? If you ever get tired of all of this nomading around with her, we’re always around here!“
Hugo suppressed the roaring urge to whirl around and kick the insufferable bachelors to the ground. Satie could stand her own ground, and she didn’t like it when Hugo got violent.
Hugo didn’t like to admit it, but phrases like that hit her where it hurt most. Satie was usually uninvolved and reticent with her opinions. Some horses interpreted it as being cold and apathetic, others as timid and being a pushover.
And those who assumed the latter, usually concluded Hugo to be tyrannical and domineering over her.
She’d been told those were her worst traits over and over, along with her explosive temper and bull-headedness.
And she had always been the leader of the foals in their old herd. She always had opinions and she couldn’t bear others making decisions she didn’t agree with. The other foals followed her, because Hugo was good at making up games and because Hugo could indeed get pretty nasty when she didn’t get her way. But no one wanted to actually be her friend and the animosity they had towards her was palatable.
The mothers of the other foals hated her for harassing their children, as they perceived it, and her own mother hated her for making her look bad in front of the other mares.
But Satie wasn’t like the others. She wanted to be her friend. She liked Hugo’s ideas and she braved Hugo’s bad moods and her temper, even as Hugo hated herself for it.
Sometimes Hugo felt like she was putting Satie through too much by being her friend. She deserved someone who was sweet and friendly, who didn’t erupt over mundane things.
Most of all, she feared she was making Satie live a life she hated. Hugo was convinced of her lifestyle, but when the insecurities were wracking her, all she could think of was that she was depriving Satie of a normal life by dragging her around with no one but Hugo for company.
A lot of the time Hugo felt like she wasn’t very good company.
A crystal-clear laugh broke her out of her spiralling.
She heard Satie say: „I’m already more tired of you two than I could ever be of her. Have a good day.“
Moments later, her familiar, comforting presence caught up with Hugo. Satie pressed her head to her flank reassuringly.
„Let’s go drink!“
They moved towards the hole, snatching up a place next to a small band.
As they drank, Hugo noticed a mare stopping in her track and eyeing them up. She groaned innerly. This was why they usually avoided herds as best as they could. Other horses could never mind their business.
Hugo could handle being treated as a freak, laughed at, or insulted. Well, most of the time. But being constantly harassed into joining a herd or patronised ground her gears like nothing else.
Just as she expected, the mare spoke up, with a friendly, sympathetic tone: „Well, those young bachelors were pretty pushy, huh?“
Great. Hugo could already see where this conversation was headed. Trying to discourage the mare from continuing the conversation, she grunted noncommittally.
Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect: the mare scooted closer and continued, „It’s good that you didn’t take them up on it. Those young bachelors have no idea how to lead and protect a herd. Usually they lose their mares within the first season to another stallion. It’s really quite pathetic to witness!“
You’re pathetic to witness, thought Hugo. She didn’t say it though. She glanced over to Satie, giving her a small smirk. Look at how I’m controlling myself!, it said. Satie had a sparkle in her eyes and a faint smile playing on her lips that made it clear she understood what Hugo was communicating.
Hugo looked over to the mare to get a proper look at her. She was short, delicately built with a curly mane and an open, friendly expression. She didn’t trust that. Even though the mare was trying her hardest to appear non-threatening and amicable, there was a coldness in her eyes that she wasn’t quite able to hide. At least not from Hugo’s sharp, mistrusting eyes.
She instantly went from exasperated to wary. Experience taught her that she should not get lulled into the friendly chatter of this mare, and instead make a quick exit.
But as she moved backwards to walk away, the mare nimbly turned around on her feet, blocking her leave. The friendly expression on her face solidified into an stony mask.
„Why so quick to leave, my dear? I hope those Bachelors haven’t soured the place for you? You can relax with us for a bit“, she gestured to her herd, who were now watching them intently, „get a rest from being all on your own, hmm? My name is Angel, who are you?“
Hugo felt the blood rush through her ears. She felt trapped. She felt furious for having to put up with not one, but two intrusive horses who couldn’t just leave her and Satie the hell alone.
The friendly but vacuous look in the mare‘s eyes unnerved her. She needed to get out of there, and honestly, she didn’t have any patience left.
With a snarl she lunged at the mare, who stumbled back in shock.
„Leave us alone, you scheming snakes!“, she cried, snapping at Angel‘s throat. The smaller mare was no match for her, scrambling back from her frantically, her eyes wide with shock.
Chaos broke out among the horses. A golden-furred stallion, probably Angel‘s band stallion, charged at her. Hugo managed to evade his attack, but crashed into a soft, small body behind her.
She swirled around, teeth bared and ready to strike at the next horse, but found herself face to face with a young chestnut paint filly, who was staring at her with wide, panicked eyes. „Heulandite! Get away from her!“, she heard a mare cry out, and the foal scampered away as though a wolf were at her feet.
The interaction shocked Hugo out of her rage-blinded state. She suddenly realised that most horses had quickly retreated from the waterhole. Only her, Satie, and Angel with her band were still standing there.
Satie had positioned herself between Hugo and the band stallion who was trying to get past her.
Satie stood with her head lowered and her ears pinned. „Leave us alone and there will be no trouble“, she said. Despite her tense posture, she spoke calmly.
„We don’t wish for a fight, but we will not tolerate being harassed.“ She stared Angel in the eye, who was standing at the flank of her band stallion, her eyes gleaming with rage.
The stallion seemed to war with himself. His golden eyes flicked between Satie and Hugo, who was standing behind Satie, overwhelmed and frozen. But then he straightened up and tipped his head tensely. „Very well. Go on your way, we will forgive this attack. I hope, however, that we do not cross paths again.“
Satie hesitated visibly. She glanced at Angel again, then back at the stallion. Finally, she conceded, mumbling a farewell, and turned around to face Hugo.
Silently, the two mares left the waterhole. Hugo couldn’t help but feel a thousand thorns prickling her back. She looked back. The herd had evidently mostly settled down, even the band stallion was calmly drinking from the waterhole. Only Angel still stood there, her eyes fixed on them. Their eyes met. Hugo did her best not to shudder at her murderous gaze.
„Come on, Hugo, leave it“, called Satie softly. Hugo turned back around, realising she had come to a standstill. Satie was standing a few steps in front of her. As she knew her to be, her posture was relaxed, her face kind, her voice patient.
Hugo followed after her.

Stallion ID: #135
In Response to: Unclaimed Meadow, Foal Mixup #41, Encounter Stallion 206, Encounter Stallion 315, Encounter Stallion 169
Art Features: Hugo , Angel
Literature Features: (7) Hugo, Satie, Angel, Bachelor 296 , Bachelor 315 , Bachelor 169 , Heulandite
Word Count: 1611
Members that own outside horses: Heulandite (Rising-Star-Farm #41)
Rolls: Feathers