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(Y/n): your name (c/c): coat color (e/c): eye color (m/c): mane/tail color ~~ ~~A month later~~ Things were going well at the little farm Heracles called home. Or at least as well as they could be, considering you were very homesick. Your brief discussion with Heracles had stirred something in you…something that you’d allowed to keep dormant and suppressed ever since the black stallion and the bay mare had found and kept you. By now, you weren’t sure if you missed your lost mother, your old herd, America itself or all three, but you wondered if, perhaps by sharing your own story, would Heracles be tempted to open himself to you? You decided the test that theory. A few days into your stay (which were a little boring, since all you did was eat, drink, sleep and run around until nightfall), you managed to grab Heracles’ attention when you were waiting for him outside of his stall. You were standing in front of Byzantine’s empty stall, pointing your muzzle at it like you were