Seeking Snakes

Snake shook out his mane and stamped a hoof in defiance of the cold weather. It was unusually cool for the east isle and that was not a particularly pleasant thing. Things had been a bit hectic what with the war going on and finally concluded. Currently, he was in a most unusual position. The herd was a bit short on physically fit stallions and many were having their wounds tended to and needed rest after all their hard work. “I should have been a part of it.” the appaloosa grumbled under his breath. But no. He’d lost the very first challenge and had failed to defeat his sparring partner, the infamous and exceptionally larger, Brutus. Now he stood, bored and irritated, watching broodmares graze. He’d needed to replace a wounded guard stallion as scavenger duties were less in demand than those of the guards, currently. They hadn’t the extra energy to waste on raids and petty theft. They needed to watch the broods and focus on survival. Thinking a better method to generate warmth might be to walk around; he circled the conglomeration of mares at a short distance, his yellow eyes scanning the crowd for any disturbances. How could anyone stand to do this every day? B-o-r-i-n-g. One mare in particular, an appaloosa, caught his attention as he made his rounds. She didn’t look at all familiar. Was she one of the Exile’s payments? He walked closer to better inspect her, stopping inches from the shorter equine as he surveyed her with a sharp eye. “Where are you from, brood?” he asked, hopping to confirm his earlier suspicions.

_{{Lol I had trouble thinking of a clever title xD so I just threw their names together}}

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