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Mars shifted nervously as the first light of the day crested over the distant mountains, setting the distant fog ablaze with golden light, and filling the shadowy crevices of the valley with soft color. The silhouette of his father stood in contrast with the newly pale sky. He knew this day had been coming, but would never feel prepared enough for it.

The herd awoke slowly with the morning light. This time of day usually held light conversation for the group of horses, but not today.

When it seemed most of the horses had risen their heads and gazed towards their leader, waiting for him to initiate, he turned his head towards Mars. Mars breathed in deeply, the cold morning air stinging his nostrils, head bowed in respect to the old horse, and eyes shut in apprehension.

He opened his eyes at the sound of hoofbeats in his direction. Standing in front of Mars, his father bowed his head in turn, foreheads touching in a sign of familial affection. The young stallion felt a jolt of sadness in his heart at the warmth, knowing it was likely the last time he’d know the love of a parent.

Both stallions raised their heads. Mars raised one hoof, but hesitated. His father whinnied softly, encouraging him to start his journey.

Taking one last deep breath, Mars started slowly towards the crest of a near hill. He turned back once more, looking into the eyes of his family and friends for what he thought might be the last time.

The view of his father’s herd disappeared over the crest as he finally crossed it, his trot becoming a gallop. As his father, and his father’s father, and the many stallions of his lineage long before, he left his herd on the morn of his fourth year, to forge a new life. The sounds of the whinnies and neighs of his herd grew quieter and quieter as the distance between them grew, until the sun had fully filled the sky with pinks and golds, and his surroundings were wholly unfamiliar to him.

Mars slowed to a stop. He found himself in a field of yellowed grass, the wind blowing the long strands against his legs until they itched. Taking a good long look around, he could see no sign of his father’s herd, nor detect them by way of scent or hearing. A pang of grief shuddered through him - but there was something else, also - a softer feeling. He gazed up in wonder at the sky, and at the brand new world all around him.

Reference: pixabay.com/photos/wild-horses…

Stallion ID: Mars #146
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Story features: Mars #146
Word Count: 431
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Mars shifted nervously as the first light of the day crested over the distant mountains, setting the distant fog ablaze with golden light, and filling the shadowy crevices of the valley with soft color. The silhouette of his father stood in contrast with the newly pale sky. He knew this day had been coming, but would never feel prepared enough for it.

The herd awoke slowly with the morning light. This time of day usually held light conversation for the group of horses, but not today.

When it seemed most of the horses had risen their heads and gazed towards their leader, waiting for him to initiate, he turned his head towards Mars. Mars breathed in deeply, the cold morning air stinging his nostrils, head bowed in respect to the old horse, and eyes shut in apprehension.

He opened his eyes at the sound of hoofbeats in his direction. Standing in front of Mars, his father bowed his head in turn, foreheads touching in a sign of familial affection. The young stallion felt a jolt of sadness in his heart at the warmth, knowing it was likely the last time he’d know the love of a parent.

Both stallions raised their heads. Mars raised one hoof, but hesitated. His father whinnied softly, encouraging him to start his journey.

Taking one last deep breath, Mars started slowly towards the crest of a near hill. He turned back once more, looking into the eyes of his family and friends for what he thought might be the last time.

The view of his father’s herd disappeared over the crest as he finally crossed it, his trot becoming a gallop. As his father, and his father’s father, and the many stallions of his lineage long before, he left his herd on the morn of his fourth year, to forge a new life. The sounds of the whinnies and neighs of his herd grew quieter and quieter as the distance between them grew, until the sun had fully filled the sky with pinks and golds, and his surroundings were wholly unfamiliar to him.

Mars slowed to a stop. He found himself in a field of yellowed grass, the wind blowing the long strands against his legs until they itched. Taking a good long look around, he could see no sign of his father’s herd, nor detect them by way of scent or hearing. A pang of grief shuddered through him - but there was something else, also - a softer feeling. He gazed up in wonder at the sky, and at the brand new world all around him.

Reference: pixabay.com/photos/wild-horses…

Stallion ID: Mars #146
In response to:
Art features: Mars #146
Story features: Mars #146
Word Count: 431
Rolls: Normal Rolls