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ANGER MANAGEMENT
Response To : Mare Pregnant (Georgia: 3 pregnancy images or golden apple required)+ Sick - 1 (Georgia: 1 healing image or fernroot required) + Items + Scary object + Pinecones - 2

The days after meeting Georgia passed by for both of them in a hot and sickly fever dream. The red mare, because of her brief stint in the icey water after saving the dunskin had also caught the terrible cold, and both of the horses huddled together inside the man-made structure like a pair of pathetic ponies. The stand offishness that Utah had first had soon disappeared as their dual ailments brought them closer together physically, their shared body warmth staving the worst of the disease.

Slowly the two began to mend, moving from the warmth of the water, to unearthing the tiny blades of grass underneath the wet snow for nourishment, and back to their dark warm man-cave. As their bodies continued to heal, Utah's former aloof personality slowly crept back into being, and he found himself becoming more and more distant. He tried his hardest to keep that persona up, flattening his ears at her, turning his shoulder and looking away, but that was the problem. He couldn't keep away from her.

Not sure if it was her gentle, onobtrustive manner, his own ridiculous stallion-like qualities, or just the fact that she let him carry on in his adolescent moodiness with enless patience, he couldn't stop returning from one of his angsty fidgets back into their warm nest and laying down next to her. He tried snapping at her if she came too close when he didn't want her to, he tried ignoring her when she would brush next to him in their close quarters- he just couldn't keep it up.

He was weak. He had to admit it. He simply couldn't ignore the tolerant, peaceful equine that was Georgia. Perhaps it was because she was the exact opposite of ... her. He knew he had lost all hope of leaving her when the snow melted when he caught her gazing at his scarred and damaged leg and he didn't immediately chase her off. Her eyes flicked to his as she saw his head turn in her direction, and she ducked her head submissively away, pretending not to have been examining the wound.

"It was the human's fault." He suddenly said low and to the point, still looking at the red mare. Her delicate head lifted and her pleasant voice answered cautiously,
"What was?"

"My leg." He answered taking a few steps towards her. It was the first time he really had made an effort to try and talk to her on his own, and he could tell she was a little nervous at why he was attempting the endevour. "I was young and a fresh stallion. No one had told me about the spiked vines that humans put up to protect their territory. I was chasing... I was running and saw the vine too late- I tried to jump and one of the spikes caught on to my flesh and pulled me down. I thrashed and tried to free myself, but that only made it worse, making what you see now." His eyes flicked to his hind quarters and he shifted his weight a bit. They were in the man made structure now, and thinking about it made him a bit nervous. The mare's dark chocolately eyes glanced to the wound as well and she tilted her head at the stallion ponderingly.

"Why were you running so quickly?" She asked. The question caught him completely off guard and his ears pinned to his head and he stomped his foot in immediate anger.

"It's none of your business!" He snapped, and immediately regretted his untamable fury. Just when he wanted to open up to her, he closed off again, and the hurt of his words he could feel across her skin as if it were his own. He sighed and flicked his tail in aggitation, shaking his head in irritation with himself. Trying to keep his voice calm, he lifted his head again and snorted at her. "Rrrggg... Why? Why do you want to stay with me? I have nothing to offer you. I treat you like this? Why don't you run?" His questions came out in a rush, his words tripping over themselves as he tried to understand this fragile female.

Georgia considered this question for a moment before her own ears tilted slightly backwards, showing her own tentative displeasure. "Because I have no where else to go." She replied, looking into the wall of the building just so she didn't have to look at Utah. Her eyes flashed ever so slightly into the darkness, a soft power and stubbornness that she had yet shown to the stallion surfacing on her features. "Do not think that you have been the only creature hurt in this world." Her voice whispered and yet the words cut through Utah like a knife. Here he was, angry at the world, angry at everything, and this mare had saved him, had helped nurse him back to health, had endured his loathsome qualities, and had not once complained about her own sad situation, whatever that might be. What a prideful vain prick he was.

She definitely was not her.

Utah made a movement to kindly ask the girl about herself, when a sudden loud animalistic noise came from behind the shelter. Both horses stood stock still, turning their heads in the direction of the noise as the wind slowly began to seep through the shelter. Utah unconciously moved in front of Georgia, shielding her from the unknown evil and he silently whispered,

"I think it's time for us to leave our secret sanctuary..."

Word Count: 929
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Utah's Story
Awwwkward <<>> Arizona

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Stallion: Utah(#44)
In response to: Mare Pregnant (Georgia: 3 pregnancy images or golden apple required)+ Sick - 1 (Georgia: 1 healing image or fernroot required) + Items + Scary object + Pinecones - 2
Art features: Mare 115 FootyBandit
Story features: Mare 115 FootyBandit
Word Count: 929

Aging: NA
Healing: 2/2 For Utah 1/1 for Georgia
Pregnancy: None
Captured: NA

Other notes:

Description

ANGER MANAGEMENT
Response To : Mare Pregnant (Georgia: 3 pregnancy images or golden apple required)+ Sick - 1 (Georgia: 1 healing image or fernroot required) + Items + Scary object + Pinecones - 2

The days after meeting Georgia passed by for both of them in a hot and sickly fever dream. The red mare, because of her brief stint in the icey water after saving the dunskin had also caught the terrible cold, and both of the horses huddled together inside the man-made structure like a pair of pathetic ponies. The stand offishness that Utah had first had soon disappeared as their dual ailments brought them closer together physically, their shared body warmth staving the worst of the disease.

Slowly the two began to mend, moving from the warmth of the water, to unearthing the tiny blades of grass underneath the wet snow for nourishment, and back to their dark warm man-cave. As their bodies continued to heal, Utah's former aloof personality slowly crept back into being, and he found himself becoming more and more distant. He tried his hardest to keep that persona up, flattening his ears at her, turning his shoulder and looking away, but that was the problem. He couldn't keep away from her.

Not sure if it was her gentle, onobtrustive manner, his own ridiculous stallion-like qualities, or just the fact that she let him carry on in his adolescent moodiness with enless patience, he couldn't stop returning from one of his angsty fidgets back into their warm nest and laying down next to her. He tried snapping at her if she came too close when he didn't want her to, he tried ignoring her when she would brush next to him in their close quarters- he just couldn't keep it up.

He was weak. He had to admit it. He simply couldn't ignore the tolerant, peaceful equine that was Georgia. Perhaps it was because she was the exact opposite of ... her. He knew he had lost all hope of leaving her when the snow melted when he caught her gazing at his scarred and damaged leg and he didn't immediately chase her off. Her eyes flicked to his as she saw his head turn in her direction, and she ducked her head submissively away, pretending not to have been examining the wound.

"It was the human's fault." He suddenly said low and to the point, still looking at the red mare. Her delicate head lifted and her pleasant voice answered cautiously,
"What was?"

"My leg." He answered taking a few steps towards her. It was the first time he really had made an effort to try and talk to her on his own, and he could tell she was a little nervous at why he was attempting the endevour. "I was young and a fresh stallion. No one had told me about the spiked vines that humans put up to protect their territory. I was chasing... I was running and saw the vine too late- I tried to jump and one of the spikes caught on to my flesh and pulled me down. I thrashed and tried to free myself, but that only made it worse, making what you see now." His eyes flicked to his hind quarters and he shifted his weight a bit. They were in the man made structure now, and thinking about it made him a bit nervous. The mare's dark chocolately eyes glanced to the wound as well and she tilted her head at the stallion ponderingly.

"Why were you running so quickly?" She asked. The question caught him completely off guard and his ears pinned to his head and he stomped his foot in immediate anger.

"It's none of your business!" He snapped, and immediately regretted his untamable fury. Just when he wanted to open up to her, he closed off again, and the hurt of his words he could feel across her skin as if it were his own. He sighed and flicked his tail in aggitation, shaking his head in irritation with himself. Trying to keep his voice calm, he lifted his head again and snorted at her. "Rrrggg... Why? Why do you want to stay with me? I have nothing to offer you. I treat you like this? Why don't you run?" His questions came out in a rush, his words tripping over themselves as he tried to understand this fragile female.

Georgia considered this question for a moment before her own ears tilted slightly backwards, showing her own tentative displeasure. "Because I have no where else to go." She replied, looking into the wall of the building just so she didn't have to look at Utah. Her eyes flashed ever so slightly into the darkness, a soft power and stubbornness that she had yet shown to the stallion surfacing on her features. "Do not think that you have been the only creature hurt in this world." Her voice whispered and yet the words cut through Utah like a knife. Here he was, angry at the world, angry at everything, and this mare had saved him, had helped nurse him back to health, had endured his loathsome qualities, and had not once complained about her own sad situation, whatever that might be. What a prideful vain prick he was.

She definitely was not her.

Utah made a movement to kindly ask the girl about herself, when a sudden loud animalistic noise came from behind the shelter. Both horses stood stock still, turning their heads in the direction of the noise as the wind slowly began to seep through the shelter. Utah unconciously moved in front of Georgia, shielding her from the unknown evil and he silently whispered,

"I think it's time for us to leave our secret sanctuary..."

Word Count: 929
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Utah's Story
Awwwkward <<>> Arizona

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Stallion: Utah(#44)
In response to: Mare Pregnant (Georgia: 3 pregnancy images or golden apple required)+ Sick - 1 (Georgia: 1 healing image or fernroot required) + Items + Scary object + Pinecones - 2
Art features: Mare 115 FootyBandit
Story features: Mare 115 FootyBandit
Word Count: 929

Aging: NA
Healing: 2/2 For Utah 1/1 for Georgia
Pregnancy: None
Captured: NA

Other notes: