Tolter event writing entries

[DarkestWerewolf]

Please don’t post. This will be where all my entries for the tolter mini-event be located at.

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Mini event

[DarkestWerewolf]

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Day One
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Write about one of your tolters meeting a wild horse.

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623 words

It was a cold windy morning. The clouds shrouded the sun, fortelling an incoming storm. It wasn’t completely dark outside yet. The tolters were still given the chance to turn out, some did while others chose to stay in the warmth and comfort of their stalls. Scarlette was one of those who decided to go out and get some fresh air.

She grazed a bit with some of her other herd mates. Looking up, she could see the rumbling clouds in the distance slowly approaching the ranch. The mare was unfazed as she continued grazing. Just then, in the trees behind the pasture, a flash of white dashed amongst the greenery. She stopped and scanned the forest. Was her mind playing tricks with her? She slowly approached the edge of the pasture and scanned one more time, a faint white figure could be seen. She hopped over the fence and went to investigate.

Scarlette was never one to cower from anything. She had a steel heart and is brave enough to do anything, if anything, some would consider her reckless at times. This event was no exception. She slowly headed into the forest as the calls of return from her herd mates slowly faded out. As she slowly approached the figure, she could make out what seems to be an animal slightly smaller than her. The figure soon turned around, bright blue eyes shining through the shadows. It was another tolter. This one, however, was wild. The mare could tell that this young colt belonged to no one. Slightly skinnier build and a scruffy mane were the telltale signs. Upon closer inspection, she recognised this colt. There were 2 herds that permanently resided in the plains near the ranch and she had seen his herd and him before on trail rides.

The colt’s herd was the bigger one, constantly galloping freely along the plains. It was led by a blue pinto alpha stallion and a cremello mare. This colt might’ve gotten lost from his herd. Scarlette sighed. The parents must be worried sick. She motioned for the colt to follow her. He was hesitant but when she told him she knew where the herd was, he happily followed. They needed to trek through the forest before the could reach the plains. Scarlette looked up into the sky, the grey clouds were upon them and it would rain anytime.

Not along after, they managed to reach the vast open plains. The grass was blowing in the cold wind. The sky had darkened significantly and the clouds rumbled. The colt pinned his ears in fear but Scarlette reassured him. They wondered through the plains for a while, searching for the herd. They soon headed up towards a hill to get a better view and sure enough, a small herd of wild horses were spotted in the distant. The foal immediately recognised his mother, a white mare just like him.

Scarlette and the colt quickly galloped down the hill in the direction of the herd, all while the little excited colt called out to his herd. His calls echoed across the plains and reached their ears. All of them looked up and saw their lost colt had returned. They all galloped towards him and Scarlette. They were overjoyed. They herd sniffed and interacted with Scarlette for a brief moment before a clap of thunder interrupted. The herd started to gallop off to seek shelter while Scarlette quickly headed home. She quickly galloped back as rain soon started to fall. Scarlette leapt over the fence and headed back into the stables just as it rained heavily.

The other horses were wondering where she went and so, she shared her experience with a young colt and his herd.

[DarkestWerewolf]

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Day Three
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Write a short story about one of your tolters finding something they think is real cool.

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539 words

Dawn broke at the ranch and Rose was the first up and about. The stable-hand turned the horses out and Rose was the first one to head into the pasture. The wind gently blew, running through her mane as she stepped out for a morning graze. After grazing, the mare decided to head out for a walk. The forest at the back of the pasture offered an amazing trail walk. Birds were everywhere, flowers were in full bloom and bees and butterflies fluttered amongst them.
Rose slowly took it all in, savouring the moment of it. As she continued on, she suddenly felt something on the trail. It was odd. It didn’t feel like a rock or leaf. She lowered her nose and sniffed the ground, she managed to blow away the leaves when she exhaled and revealed a small golden pocket watch with a rose design imprinted on the cover. It was cold to the touch and doesn’t seem to be working right. She heard ticking but the hands of the pocket watch weren’t moving. It was rather beautiful. The sun peaking through the trees made the golden trinket stand out. She looked around. Who could’ve dropped a pocket watch? There weren’t anyone but them staying nearby. Rose shrugged and decided to bring it back. The chain was still attached so she carefully picked it up and headed back to show her friends the little trinket she found.
Rose decided to take the longer route back to enjoy the view and see what else the forest has to offer. There was a clearing in the forest where some of the horses come to frolick and relax at. It was covered in flowers now. Just as she was about to leave the little clearing, a rather loud bird’s calling echoed through the forest. She looked in the general direction of the bird and saw a raven. They were an uncommon sight but it wasn’t the first time. It then clicked in her head. Ravens do collect shiny things and the pocket watch must’ve been something it wanted to bring back but accidentally dropping it. The bird clearly noticed the shiny object that Rose was carrying and was eyeing for it. Its head tilting slightly to get a better look.
The mare noticed as well but in all honesty, she wanted to keep the pocket watch for herself. However, she decided it was better with the raven and placed it in a well-lit area of the clearing and slowly stepped back. The raven saw and flew down from the tree, it slowly approached the pocket watch and examined it before picking it up and flying off with it.
Rose sighed. At least she managed to help the raven find its pocket watch. She headed back to the pasture empty-handed but with a story to tell. The next morning, Rose was out in the pasture grazing when she heard the flapping wings of a bird. It was the raven. It perched itself on the nearest tree to Rose. The mare looked up and was rather surprised to see the raven. Said raven flew down and placed a large flower in front of Rose before flying off. A small gift of gratitude.

[DarkestWerewolf]

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Day Five
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Write about something funny that one of your tolters saw or experienced.

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502 words

It was a hot and humid night. Many of the horses were restless and uncomfortable. Even with the built-in fans in the barn, it still wasn’t enough. Some have resorted to splashing themselves with water from the trough, some decided to sleep in their little outdoor pen and some just gave up and tried to sleep in the stalls. Eliza just couldn’t stand the heat and wasn’t able to sleep so she decided to head out for a walk to burn off some energy.

She quietly unlocked her stall door and headed out into the night. It was still hot but she felt slightly better, being able to burn off some energy. She cantered up towards the pasture and started to gallop about. As she ran, the rush of wind felt amazing. However, when she stops, she started to get hotter and more uncomfortable. Eliza decided to continue galloping a few more rounds regardless and head to a nearby pond to cool off before heading back to bed. After a while, she started to get a little tired and decided to cool off in the pond, a stone’s throw from the ranch. The mare gracefully leapt over the fence and headed to the pond. The moon was peaking out from the clouds, granting some amount of light for her to navigate.

As she approached the pond with the lone tree at its side, she felt at peace. She could hear the distant croakings of the resident frogs. Eliza slowly headed to the pond but just as she was about to take a dip, she noticed something peaking at her from behind the tree. A black figure with wispy white markings and glassy eyes were staring at her. Eliza wasn’t the best in terms of bravery and she reared out of fear. In her panic, she had stepped back and tripped over a pebble, causing her to fall backwards into a pond with an echoing splash. Eliza quickly turned back around, snorting water out from her nose and mouth from the impact. Even the frogs stopped cracking. Eliza turned red, noticing what had happened. Suddenly, she recalled the figure still standing there and quickly struggled to get away from the figure, even when she was in the pond. The poor mare was slamming her hooves into the water, causing water to abruptly go everywhere.

The figure laughed. Eliza’s fear immediately dissipated once she heard the ringing laughter. The figure stepped out from behind the tree and it was just Ambrosia. She also had the same idea as Eliza but she had decided earlier than said mare. Eliza got out of the pond, cooled off by now. Still rather embarrassed by what happened, she practically begged Ambrosia not to tell anyone from the pond back to the stall. The mare agreed, after watching poor Eliza’s desperate attempt at begging. Ambrosia said that she had nothing to worry about as her lips are sealed. It was a secret between her and Eliza....and the resident frogs.

[DarkestWerewolf]

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Day Seven
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Write about one of your tolters' crush or mate.

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785 words

“Ah Rose! You did it once again!”
“Another win!”
Stable-hands cheered as the mare stepped out of the trailer. Rose had yet again won another dressage competition. A ribbon as blue as her eyes was placed on her halter. She was let out into the pasture where the other Tolts greeted and congratulated her. She smiled from the attention she was given. A Tolt standing among the herd caught her attention, she lit up and immediately went up to him and snuggled into his neck. It was her mate, Haze. They happily trotted off to talk about her experience and how their days went.
The tolts looked at the lovebirds. They laughed, recalling how things were before they became a pair. Haze came to the barn first but he was always reserved and cold. No one knew why he wouldn’t befriend anyone. It wasn’t until a month later when Rose came into the barn with a loud bang, quite literally. The stallion had heard commotions earlier that fateful morning but paid no heed. As he was about to head back into his stall, he was met with a pair of hooves to the face. He had woken up not too long ago so it was quite a rude awakening. He turned to see who had landed a kick on his face. There in front of him stood a wild mare. She was skinny and had multiple injuries, old and young scattered across her body. The wild mare was struggling with the stable-hands as they tried to tame her and put her in a stall.
Haze narrowed his eyes at the crazy mare. He decided that maybe he should take his nap elsewhere. Apparently, they had found the mare sneaking around the ranch and eating whatever she could find so they decided to catch her and help her seek veterinary attention. She was treated for her wounds and was severely underweight but aside from that, she was fine. The mare was confined to a separate pasture from the herd but they could all see each other. Eventually, she was given the name, Rose.
The stallion had eyed her day after day, starstruck by her looks. She was a gorgeous wild horse. He decided to see her up close and headed into her pasture one day. Rose was hesitant and slightly hostile. She would avoid him and nip or rear if he comes too close. This didn’t deter him. Day after day, he would willingly go into her isolated pasture to spend time with him. His action puzzled stable-hands and herd mates alike. The stallion who didn’t want to interact or befriend anyone was trying so hard to win her over. It was hard to believe.
Days soon turned to weeks. Weeks soon turned to months. Rose had grown to be more tolerant of his presence and it has gotten to the point where they are able to graze together. Haze would constantly give her things he finds. Flowers, pebbles or treats were his more common gifts and she would happily accept. Rose had also been slowly getting more used to the stable-hands and was eventually broken by them. It took her a while but with the help of Haze, she was able to get used to having someone ride her and make friends with the other tolts.
Even after months, Haze would patiently and slowly try to win her over. Rose was extremely aware of his approaches but she was unsure herself. Until Haze outright confessed to her on a windy autumn day.
That day, the leaves have fallen off of all the trees. Rose never liked it. Sure, the orange and red leaves were beautiful but she preferred the lush greenery. Everything had become dull in autumn. However, Haze was able to find a solution and confess to her. Earlier that day, a stable-hand dropped a piece of white rose. It was the last one he needed. The stallion had been collecting flowers over time and pressing them with his hooves and a little feed bag. He gathered them all into a basket and presented it in front of Rose. The mare was amazed by the colours. It was the prettiest and most colourful thing she had seen all autumn. She could happily identify them. Some roses, some bluebells, some poppies and even a few strands of lavender.
She was amazed by it. Haze had put a lot of patience and work into this little gift. Rose thought back to all the time she had spent with him since he barged into her pasture the first time. She smiled. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt giving Haze a little try. Since then, they’ve been together like glue.

[DarkestWerewolf]

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Day Nine
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Write about one of your tolter's memories that they wish they could forget.

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1222 words

”Excuse me but do you have any carrots?” A small voice came.
It was a rather gloomy and windy autumn evening, Gwen was just about to go back to her stall when a small voice coming from the corner of the pasture was heard. They turned around and saw a rather scrawny foal. She quickly ran up to it.
“Goodness you’re so skinny. We do, just wait here alright? We’ll be back.” She said.
Gwen went to the stalls to get a blanket and went to get carrots.
“What’re you doing?” Zep asked curiously, popping his head out of his stall.
“There’s a scrawny foal that needs it.” Gwen said as she took a blanket and headed back outside before the stallion could reply. The latter just looked and decided to go back to eating his oats. She brought her a blanket and carrots.
“Are you wild? Where are your parents?” She asked.
The foal said that she was wild but she lost her parents.
“I’ll try to help find your parents.” Gwen said as she leapt over the fence. “But we cant stray too far. So if we can’t find them today, we’ll have to head back and continue tomorrow.”
The filly smiled and nodded, racing around happily.
“Oh hey Gwen!” A voice called from the pasture.
She turned around and saw Zola.
“Where are you guys going?” Zola asked.
“We’re going to look for this filly’s parents.” Gwen called back.
“A-Alright...”
They headed onto the trail but slowly wandered off it and were soon in the wide open plains.
“So...where did you last see your parents?” Gwen asked.
“I don’t know...I haven’t seen them in a while.” She said nonchalantly while frolicking amongst the tall grass.
Back at the stables, Sarang and Chayton just came back from a trail ride downwind of the stables. The stables was almost in sight until something foul filled their noses. They reared back, nearly throwing off their riders. Both Tolts turned to look at the direction of where the smell was coming from. They saw the decomposing carcass of a foal lying in the bushes. It was a sad sight. The foal was skinny and malnutrition. It definitely died from starvation.
“Oh poor baby....” Sarang sighed, tearing up at the sight. “She was definitely separated from her parents and wasn’t able to fend for herself.”
Chayton just sighed and looked grimly at the scene. The riders quickly rode back the the stables and informed the people and phoned the local ranger about it.
“What’s all the hullabaloo?” Scarlette asked, watching her stable-handler who was grooming her rush off abruptly.
“We saw a dead filly on the way back...” Sarang said.
Chills immediately ran down the spines of all Tolts there.
“No....” Scarlette murmured.
“She presumably died from starvation. She was a skin and bones.” Chayton said.
At the sound of that, Zep paled considerably.
“Hey. You okay?” Chayton asked.
“I-It’s just that earlier today, Gwen came rushing in to grab a foal-sized blanket and mentioned about a scrawny foal behind the pasture...” He said.
“Come on, you can’t be serious. Do you believe in ghosts?” Chayton asked.
“I do. There are lots of stories about spirits and such when I was still a wild horse.” Zep sighed.
“Actually...” Zola started as all attention turned to her. “I saw her head off north stating about helping a filly find its parents, the thing is, I didn’t see any foal.”
“Not you too Zola. You must be joking.” Chayton sighed.
“Well, whatever it is, the sun is setting and those two aren’t back yet. We’ll have to go search for them.” Sarang said.
“If they headed up north of the pasture, there’s only that measly small forest and the large open plains behind. If they decide to wonder too far out into the plains, we’ll never be able to find them.” Zep said.
“Alright. Who’s willing to go?” Sarang said.
With that, Sarang, Chayton, Zola and Zep formed a search party while the rest stayed behind. They quickly made their way up and over the pasture. Meanwhile, Gwen and the filly, have wondered around for close to two hours. The evening sun has set and the moon lit up the night sky.
“Hey kiddo, it’s pretty late, we have to stop for today.” Gwen said, catching her breath.
She was breathing heavily and her legs were about to give way.
“But we have to keep walking. Keep finding. Keep walking. Keep finding...” The filly said, repeating her words on and on while prancing around them.
Gwen thought it was because of his fatigue but the way the filly pranced looked as is she was floating. It was so light and graceful yet there was something eerie about it. The mare decided not to think too much about it.
“Hey, how about this, you give us an hour break and we’ll continue after?” She suggested.
The filly looked and nodded before continuing to prance around. The mare immediately collapsed and fell asleep quickly.
“Hey...Gwen.” A voice echoed.
Gwen was still half asleep and muttered incoherent words.
“Gwen. It’s me. Sarang.”
Gwen opened her eyes and saw Sarang and a few others huddled around her.
“Huh? What’re you all doing here?” She asked groggily.
“We came to find and bring you back.” Zep said.
“I was helping a filly find her parents.” Gwen replied. “How did you know I was out here anyway?
“Wasn’t easy. You wondered miles away from the stable.” Chayton said.
“Gwen, we...have to show you something.” Zola said.
She sighed and tiredly agreed. They brought the small herd towards the area where they found the dead filly. The rangers has since taped the area and placed a white cloth over it.
“What’s all this?” Gwen asked.
Chayton carefully lifted the cloth over and the marer was overwhelmed by a sense of fear. Even in the dim light of the moon, she could clearly see what it was. The dead filly they saw before their eyes was the exact same filly they were trying to help.
“Sarang and I found this on the way back from our trail ride.” Chayton said. “We headed back and told the rest, Zep and Zola mentioned you helping a filly that had similar physical attributes to this dead filly and we got worried.”
“So the ‘filly’ you were helping is probably the spirit of this foal that has died of starvation. Even in death she wants to find her parents.” Chayton sighed.
Gwen were stunned into silence. The group decided to bring her back and let her rest for the night. However, the mare could barely sleep as they both thought about the filly. By early morning, Gwen was out of the stall and into the pasture. Fatigue written on her face.
“You alright?” Sarang asked.
“Barely slept. I kept thinking of her...” Gwen sighed.
“She’ll be fine. Wherever she is, I hope she finds her parents.” Sarang said, smiling at Gwen who slowly returned the smile.
“I hope...”
The poor mare took months to even not dream or consistently think about the haunting incident. Since then, she had never left the herd and stuck to them like glue. Constantly being accompanied by a friend. Eventually, Gwen got better but it was a memory she wished she could forget.

[DarkestWerewolf]

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Day Eleven
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Write about one of your tolter's favourite hobby.

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530 words

Zoroaster’s hobby is doing absolutely nothing or just relaxing in the most peaceful place he can find. As a constantly active competition horse and one of the best around, Zoroaster has a lot on his schedule. Trainings, competitions, vet-checks, photoshoots and more. He always needed to be in tip-top shape. When the stallion finally gets a day off, he spends it recuperating his energy.
It is rather unfortunate that Zoroaster’s favourite hobby isn’t something he can often do but he makes the best of it. Even a nap does wonders for him. On an off day, Zoroaster is the last to wake up. After waking up, he’d lumber over to the pasture and catch up with his other herd mates. It helps him to unwind. By midday, Zoroaster is out in the forest trail, walking his aching joints to a small clearing to relax. Sometimes accompanied by a tolter or two which he doesn’t mind. The warm sun peaking through the trees and warming up the clearing was all Zoroaster needed. He would just slump into the grass and roll around. Birds singing softly as the gentle breeze ran through the leaves. The warmth of the sun and the smell of the grass and earth just pulls him into a relaxing state.
The stallion would spend most of his day here, relaxing and napping. No one to bother him. Zoroaster always feels refreshed from his naps, strongly believing them to be more effective than the relaxing techniques and massages that his vet does. Spending some time alone in the forest really helps Zoroaster calm his body and mind. As he relaxes, he also recalls his past competitions and what events occurred then. It helps him refocus his energy and helps him think of what he can do better in the next competition.
As evening approaches, Zoroaster would wake up and slowly head back to the stables. He would go back and munch on some hay and supplements before having more in the pasture. The stallion would stay in the pasture until the sun had set and the moon and stars are up. Sometimes he would head back into his stall and turn in for the night while other times, he would stay in the pasture a little bit longer to admire the moon. Many would say he has the hobby of an old retired horse but could you really blame the poor stallion for constantly having a jam-packed schedule? Zoroaster is known to be lazy but he wouldn’t change anything about it. He loves being lazy. If he wasn’t any, he believes that he wouldn’t be able to enjoy or appreciate this hobby of his. Life on the race track is fun but he enjoys relaxing even more. Before he was even half as busy as he was now, Zoroaster as a young colt would also just nap or relax under the trees rather than play with his other foal friends. They had only discovered his talent when they saw how fast he could sprint when chasing his apple across the pasture. Would Zoroaster say he is excited to retire so he can spend more time on his hobby? Yes.

[DarkestWerewolf]

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Day Thirteen
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Write a short story featuring at least 2 of your tolters and one of the event horses.

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690 words

The autumn winds howled in the evening sun as the temperature slowly starts to dip. The tolters were slowly hearing back to the ranch. Soon, the lights around the ranch were on as the sun was no longer present. A lone trailer rolled down the dirt road back to the ranch. Raeka had just came back from a lease. It had been quite a while since she was back in the stables and how she missed it. She looked out the little window of the trailer to get a bit of autumn air and see the stables. However, as the trailer was turning in, Raeka caught a glimpse of gleaming blue eyes staring at her at the corner of the pasture. Chills ran down her spine but she tried not to think too much about it.
Raeka was led down the trailer and tied to the fence as the other stable-hands buried themselves with emptying the trailer, chatting with the driver and finalising some documents. Just as the mare lifted her head from the water trough, she saw those gleaming blue eyes from the corner of her vision yet again. The figure was approaching but she couldn’t make it out properly. The moon was shrouded and the stable lights weren’t shining on the figure well. It was as if it knew and was purposely avoiding to be spotted. The eyes got closer and closer and Raeka started to freak out. She reared and struggled to free herself from being tied to the fence. The stable-hands heard the commotion and quickly calmed her down by draping a cover over her eyes and leading her back in her stall. Finally she settled down.
“Yikes. What happened? Haven’t seen you for a week and the first thing I hear from you is screaming.” Demon snorted.
She snorted at her stall neighbor. He was always a handful at times.
“I saw a ghost. It had gleaming blue eyes and kept following me.”
“Really?” The stallion perked up at the sound of it.
A small smile cracked at his face, something Raeka failed to notice.
“Yes! I saw it in the trailer and then it approached me when I was tied outside!” Raeka said, shivering at the thought.
“Aww poor thing.” Demon teased. “Anyway, you should get some rest. It’s late.”
Raeka sighed and turned in for the night.
What the poor mare didn’t know was that everyone in the stables were aware of the “ghost” but only Demon was available to listen to her. The stallion smirked. It’ll be an interesting night. An hour or so past and Demon heard the soft crunching of leaves outside the stalls. He poked his head outside and sure enough, from a distance, he saw the blue eyes that Raeka feared. The figure stopped as it stared back at Demon. The stallion snorted and continued to munch on hay.
This will be a show...
The curious figure quietly made its way towards Raeka’s stall window and peeped in. The mare was sleeping soundly. The unknown horse sniffed around and blew air into Raeka’s mane. The mare was starting to stir from her sleep. She rose her head and was met with bright blue eyes. She let out a loud neigh and reared back. Raeka started struggling to get away, breaking her stall door wide open. The lock broken into multiple pieces, scattered across the floor. The other Tolts woke up from Raeka’s neighs while Demon was struggling to catch his breath from laughing so hard. The other Tolts soon saw what Raeka was shrieking about and chuckled.
Raeka, who was now right outside a few of the other tolt’s stall had calmed down after noticing their laughter. The figure headed towards the entrance of the barn, stood there and bolted off soon after.
“That mare was a wild that has been popping by recently. She’s very friendly and curious of everything and quite mischievous as well.” Demon said.
Raeka snorted, embarrassed from the prank that the stallion piled. She sighed and headed back to her stall to sleep. The stable-hands will help settle her lock the next day.

[DarkestWerewolf]

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Day Fifteen
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Write about one of your tolters trying something new for the first time.

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1018 words

It was only midday and Demon has already been kicked in the ribs, stepped upon and nipped by a pair of foals with a monstrous amount of energy to burn.
“Have mercy on my soul.” He uttered.
This was his rest day, a day to himself. The stallion wanted to just go have a nice walk by the beach and maybe a nice nap but a certain little mare has convinced him to babysit her foals for the day. It was a bright and early morning, quiet and peaceful. Most of the Tolts were out for competitions and leases. Just as he was about to graze, Sarang approached him and started to explain her situation, a situation that made Demon’s heart sank Witt every word that escaped her mouth. Babysit? No. He’s seen what those foals are capable of and that’s even under their mother’s supervision. The foals terrify him.
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“For the last time, Sarang, no.”
“Oh Demon. Come on. There’s no one else. Everyone just so happens to be out today. You’d think I wanna have you care for them? I’d choose Chayton any other day but there isn’t a choice. You’re the only one staying here today so you’re responsible. I have a competition I have to go to so you better look after my foals well.” The mare snorted, leaving Demon with no choice but to babysit them.
The stallion sighed, resigning to fate. He trailed behind as the mare told him the do’s and dont’s. There weren’t much so it was easy to remember. As the trailer carrying Sarang closed and drove off, Demon let out a huge sigh and mentally prepared himself. The foals were asleep in Sarang’s stall but when they wake up, they would be in for a shock. He went to take a peak at the foals to make sure they were still sleeping and headed over to the pasture and graze. Soon after, he heard loud thuds and cries coming from the stall. It has begun. He headed over and saw the foals looking anxious.
“Hey kids.”
One of the foal looked up at him with tears welling in his eyes. Demon screamed internally.
“M-Mama?” The foal asked.
“Mama’s not here right now. She’s busy but she’ll be back soon.” Demon said.
The foals got more anxious and started to whiny and cry. Their cries alerted a stable-hand who quickly came in and soothe the foals before bringing them out into the pasture. The stallion sighed. At least the stable-hands will be able to help him. The foals soon calmed down and started playing. They ran about the pasture, galloping and kicking wildly. Demon smiled thinking that they’d occupy themselves and he could rest in peace. Soon, thundering hooves came closer and closer to him. The foals ran around him and one of them kicked him in the ribs. They may be small but those hooves do pack a punch. He stifled a cough and pretended nothing happen. The foals found it amusing and decided to play with Demon. They played around and nipped at his mane and tail. His cries for telling them to stop fell on deaf ears. The foals continued until they were bored and moved on to entertain themselves with something else.
Demon was already mentally drained. He laid down under a tree and continued watching the foals play and eat for the next hour till he grew sleepy. The stallion dozed off under a tree in the warm sun. It seems like maybe he could get a nap after all. However, not even half an hour passed and Demon was rudely awakened by a foal jumping onto his sides. The little colt proudly stood there as his younger brother stared in awe before wanting to do the same as well. Demon quickly rolled and the foal hopped off as the stallion stood up. He panted, trying to catch his breath. The foals laughed and ran off. The stallion needed to find something for them to play with before he becomes their toy once again. He quickly headed into the stalls and found a ball. He brought it out and kicked it to them. The foals were ecstatic. Demon heaved a sigh of relief. He continued to graze but was hit with the occasional flying ball. It was better than being kicked in the ribs so he didn’t mind as much. After grazing, he plopped himself back under the tree for another nap attempt. He managed to get a good sleep as the sun slowly set. What he didn’t know was that the foals had grew tired and approached said stallion to curl up and sleep as well. Sarang’s trailer eventually drove back into the driveway and when she stepped out, she was greeted with a heartwarming sight. Her two foals curled up and asleep with Demon peacefully. She smiled and decided not to wake them up for now. A couple minutes passed and Demon was the first to wake up. He was greeted by Sarang’s smug smile. He pinned his ears at her smug face.
“Enjoyed yourself?” She smiled.
Demon looked down and saw the two foals curled up by his side and smiled. He wasn’t aware that these rascals cuddled up by his side and napped with him. Well, they were adorable when they aren’t going crazy, to say the least.
“They weren’t so bad.”
The foals woke up and saw their mom. They quickly ran towards her and nuzzled her. The pair of foals were telling her how fun of a day they had and what they did. Even then, they still had energy to talk so much. Sarang smiled as she urged her foals to head back into the stall to turn in for the night.
“Well, Demon, they seem to have enjoyed themselves.” She said, watching the pair of foals happily trot back into the stall.
“Yeah it wasn’t much. I was pretty good.” The stallion bragged.
“Good. I’ll be gone tomorrow as well so you can continue to care for them.”
“WAIT.” Demon panicked.