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He stomped a hoof on the ground, being frustrated that the stallion wouldn't reply. "If it makes it easier," he says in an annoyed tone, "my name is Hawk. Now, your turn." |
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Silver looks at hawk and then just goes back to grazing. |
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"You are just being annoying now," he says with a sigh as he glares at the stallion, "fine then. Don't talk." He walks away with a flick of his tail and goes and lays down in some shade nearby. |
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Silver looks at hawk and then just goes back to grazing. |
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Hawk sighs and lays his head down on the ground, his legs being slightly curled under him, and nibbled at some grass. His tail flicked some and lifted up at times to hit flies. |
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Silver flicks his tail to swat flies. |
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Hawk's gaze turned back at the stallion and watched him with a look of curiosity. Who was this stallion? Why was he so quiet? |
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Silver watches as the moon comes up and makes his fur glow sliver white. |
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Hawk stares at the stallion, almost mesmerized by the glow the moon put on his fur. After a moment he looked away and snorted, laying his head on the ground and closing his eyes some. |
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Crisp, Clear, and Cool
