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Posted by Peppamint-Twist on January 15, 2008, 1:42 am, in reply to "-Ingrids...-"
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Today, it appeared the stallion would be better suited to changing his name to Prancer. With the blanket of melting snow still thick enough to wet above his ankles, the equine was quite a sight to behold, plodding a path one high-lifted leg at a time. How he hated the snow. He hated the wet, the cold and the color. Supposedly, the accursed tendency of his hide to whiten when wet was a protective adaptation. Certainly, it allowed those of his kind to blend in more efficiently to their surroundings when the world was covered with its frozen white coat, but that didn’t make it helpful when evading predators in the rain. After all, when his sopping pelt bled red dye, it was less of a “Where’s Waldo?” scenario and more like a “follow the trail to reach the treasure.”
However, the stallion could not complain about the handsome horn that sprouted from his forehead. The tinsel was gleaming in the chilly sunshine, glittering like a beacon. While the sparkling silver effortlessly drew attention to the equine creature, it also stood out as an intimidating warning: at nearly a foot in length and strong as the day was long, there were few that would challenge such a weapon. Peppa was quite content with that fact, as it had spared him many a nasty encounter with competitive kinfolk. Even the most daring unicorns knew when they were outmatched...and those silly others had not quite latched onto the fact that his horn was so impressive precisely because he avoided conflict.
As a colt, brash and thinking himself invincible, Peppa had caused more than his fair share of trouble. It wasn’t entirely his fault, of course...accountability with his upbringing had to fall upon his upbringer, and Megumi was hardly the appropriate mother figure for him to have admired. All the same, as he grew and matured, he grew all the more fond of his mischief-making. As an adult now responsible for his actions, Peppa’s wildness had noticeably dampened, but had far from disappeared. At heart, he was still that bullying, impetuous colt. However, few managed to pull that side out of the stallion these days. He did miss the easy time of youth, especially those silly fillies he’d met on more than one occasion. Always so sensitive. If their hoof chipped upon a stone, they’d probably die of grief.
The candy-cane-icorn chuckled at the thought, bending his cold muzzle to blow away the snow from a scrap of dried grass and twigs. Yet another thing he hated about winter, the cuisine. If he had any power in the world, he would speed up the advent of spring. Stupid seasons.
Still griping internally, Peppa returned to his half-hearted grazing, the delicate stripes of red around his lips slowly bleeding out to homely blotches.
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