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Post by SigOUrNeY on Jun 3, 2008 23:45:05 GMT -5
[/i] While Kiss drank the small amount of lukewarm water and consumed the ounce of hay, Chris doted on how fabulous she was and what a handsome son she had. It was exactly what the new mother wanted to hear, and she leaned her head against her rider’s shoulder in trust once she had finished her tiny meal. ”You’ll get more once you’ve cooled down,” Chris said, scratching the thoroughbred’s cheek. ”You just get some rest right now, alright pretty girl?” Before leaving the stall, Chris looked down on the leggy colt, meeting the young horse’s soulful gaze. The name hit him like a brick wall, and a large smile grew on his face. Yes, the little foal would grow into it, and he would earn it. ”Warfare.” Chris spoke the powerful name, and a grin spread across his face. ”You’ve got big shoes to fill.” The little colt’s perfectly sculpted ears pricked forward, and his large nostrils quivered. Bring it on. [/size] [/ul]
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