The tobiano stallion had been standing alone beneath a tall oak, leisurely basking in the warmth of the summer sun that rained through the foliage above, when his thoughts were disrupted by booming footsteps. Lazily he opened his eyes, squinting in the bright morning light, as he tried to discern the source of the sounds. He was unaccustomed to hearing such loud steps, as the majority of horses here tended to be smaller – or, as he had learned, prone to arrive in strange aerial or magical methods. Thus, his interest was certainly sparked, and he slowly but inquisitively glanced about him.

Before long, his gaze settled on the large shape of a black mare grazing not far from him. She was gorgeous, he noted to himself, silently admiring her white feathers. Yet, as he continued to study her, his eyes found the collections of scars littered about her body. Huh, he thought, furrowing his brows. She must have lived much more experienced of a life than him, he quickly deduced. Although, to be honest, that certainly wasn’t saying much. For all his years of life, Clark couldn’t put many accomplishments to his name.

Yet the scars had captured his curiosity, and for better or worse, the tobiano found himself leaving his warm, sunlit spot to wander towards her. Gingerly, he picked his path through the scattered bushes and low-hanging branches, occasionally stepping on a twig with a small crack. As he neared, he let out a small nicker, thinking it unwise to sneak up on such a battle-hardened mare.

“Hey there…”

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I guess you could say that the tobiano stallion wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed. In fact, he was a pretty big dummy. That, or he was just too naïvely childish for what one would expect in a stallion of his age. Regardless, driven by either reckless foolhardiness or just juvenile curiosity, Clark ignored her blatantly displeased countenance and instead, with no intention of immediately turning around, brought himself to a halt a couple yards off from the dark mare.

Peeking through between the few strands of white hair that fell from his forelock, he silently observed as she fussed and stomped her foot. A wiser stallion would have long since gotten the not so subtle hint to shoo, especially with the oncoming breeding season, but her obvious annoyance at him just intrigued him further.

Her curt greeting, if one could call it a greeting, was his first true realization that she was disgruntled with his presence. He tilted his head slightly at her words, his only immediate visible response, as he continued to silently watch her. He didn’t truly have a purpose with her, he thought to himself. Sure, he was curious as to her scarring, but what kind of idiot just goes up to a stranger and asks about that directly? But he did not dare retreat now. Leaving now would render him a coward, and he had at least some semblance of foolish stallion pride left. And besides, far away from the societal pressures that plagued the herdless field, his sense of bravely was a bit larger.

So instead, having nothing to respond with, he suddenly came across the genius idea to play instead. Giving her a foolish grin, his stout frame began to enlarge. His body, typically the size of a stocky but small mustang, began to expand, both in height and girth, until he stood eye to eye with her. His white coat with the silver bay markings began to darken, little by little, until his tobiano markings were no longer visible and his coat entirely black save for his legs and head. His legs had developed long, flowing feathers, much like her’s (in fact, identical to her’s), and a white blaze adorned the length of his forehead.

Once he was satisfied regarding his mimicry, he found himself grinning to himself internally. With a showy lift, he raised a feathery hoof into the air and adamantly stomped it to the ground as well, impressing himself with the strength of the stomp. (Obviously, he was not accustomed to having this much physical power.)  “I can be a tough girl too!” he giggled to her, his voice still (thankfully) masculine and unaltered. Quite amused at himself by this point, he flicked his now powerful tail over his large hindquarters, testing the capabilities of his new muscular body. Yet all the while, he kept one ear pricked forward at attention, warily alert in case she did not find his antics as humorous as he did.

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