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Heresy kicked out sharply at the intruder. This was his corral, and this thing wasn't welcome. Pinning his ears flat to his head, he tucked his rump and flicked his tail territorially. Whatever it was that was sharing his space without invitation, wasn't heeding his warnings, and continued to move towards him. Lashing out again, Heresy brought his back hoof out sharply, chuffing when he didn't make contact. The thing had left, thankfully. It was tall and skinny, with a shock of brilliant red hair on it's head, its' skin smooth and freckled. Heresy glared at it from behind the safety of his rump, but the skinny thing made no move to walk away from the fence.
After what felt like an eternity, the red-haired thing left, leaving Heresy alone in the corral. A tub of water was on one side, half the corral cut by an unsolid line, the soft dirt dappled by shaded sunlight. Pacing and dragging his feet, Heresy destroyed a section of fence in an hour, the wood ripped and scattered around the corral. The hole wasn't large enough for Heresy to houdini through, so he kept bringing his front feet down on the edges.
Bored with his project, Heresy continued pacing, lifting his stout head over the top of the fence and shrieking at the other horses in his near vicinity. The tall red haired thing appeared once more, dropping everything in it's hands upon seeing Heresy's project. Proud of his work, he trotted in high-tailed circles, keeping his eyes on the tall skinny thing.
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