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Hawk shakes his head, "They were too scared to even show themself." |
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Silver goes back to the other meadow with the stallion and cautiously approaches him stopping a few feet away. |
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Hawk had gone back to grazing but looked up as he heard approaching hoofsteps. He turned and saw the new stallion. |
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Silver stands there with silver white hair and a cream/white Silver coat with one emerald and one violet eye. |
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He observed the stallion and turned and took a few steps towards him, standing tall. "May I help you," he asked in a stern tone. |
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Silver doesn't respond and starts grazing on the grass and flicking his tail. |
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(Heading to bed, will be back on tomorrow) He narrows his eyes and trots forward, trotting around the stallion. He examined the stallion's colors, height, and any other features. |
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Silver is small and doesn't have very much muscle and is more built for speed and stamina and light on his feet. |
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Hawk stops a step away from the stallion and stares at him. "Who are you," he asked the stallion. |
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Morning Drizzle, but Clearing later
