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"Ugh! Does he not get that my mom raised him?! I mean, he should be looking for her too!" Layla complained to Rufus.

"Well," Rufus mused, his British accent still strong. "Either he really doesn't like your mom and so he's not looking for her, something I can understand; or he can't really grasp it. Or he just is too grieved to do anything."

Layla sighed.

"Come nurse... Did they work you too hard?" Shadow asked Adelphie.
 
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"Well," Rufus mused, his British accent still strong. "Either he really doesn't like your mom and so he's not looking for her, something I can understand; or he can't really grasp it. Or he just is too grieved to do anything."

Layla sighed.

"Come nurse... Did they work you too hard?" Shadow asked Adelphie.
 
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Belle was lost for words; her foal lay at her feet, breathing and wet. She couldn't imagine anything more beautiful. The colt was a light bay, with black stockings on all four legs, a black mane and tail, and a black muzzle. He was gorgeous. "Americus..." She breathed. It was the name her mate had been before he died by colic. The colt's eyelids fluttered, then opened, revealing rich brown eyes. He was lovely.



Name of horse: Americus
Gender: Colt
Stallion/Mare/Foal/Elder/Loner: Foal
Appearance (markings, etc. Must be a true color.): Light bay, with the black stockings, mane, tail, and muzzle. He has a small star on his forehead.
Personality: Natural leader. Very protective;
Breed (optional): Purebred Paso Fino
History: His father and Belle lived together in Brazil, until his mother was taken away for slaughter and escaped the truck. She didn't know she was pregnant for a while, until she started feeling kicks... ( A little slow on my part... ) Belle gave birth to him alone, about a half mile away from the herd. No one knows YET. (... His sire died before Belle was taken away)
Family: Belle
Other: tongue
BYC username: equinehugger3
 
The sounds of Inigo and Widow fighting had begun for the third time that afternoon.
 
Widow gave him the stink eye and returned for one more smart remark at Inigo before trotting off, leaving him quite bewildered.
 
Evander grazed alone in the shade of a sparse thicket, his kinked tail swishing from side to side in the light breeze that billowed through the air and relieved him from the heat of Summer.
 
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