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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