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Aw! Fox gets to meet up with his beloved Mother at Devil’s Night Downs!
AS Foxfire - mine
WBS Ghost Hour - angry-horse-for-life
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Fox had been rather jittery for his first race, his first time travelling, though he wasn’t nervous, per say, just on his toes. His human seemed a little more tense though she relaxed near instantly when the human with the orange jumper and big smile came and gave her a hug. He met his half sister too, Dawn, who was a lot of fun - he thought he’d like to see her again sometime! - then after that his day really improved.
He was being a good boy and following his ginger loyally when he suddenly heard a loud squeal of a horse and before he knew it he was being smothered by another white horse. He tensed for a moment, taken by surprise, before he slowly recognised the scent and voice of the mare.
“My son, look how you've grown.”
His Mother. It was his Mother, WBS Ghost Hour, the bright white coat, mirrored eyes almost exactly the same as his Father’s, the gentle voice that he vaguely remembered from his early youth before they were separated due to his health issues. She nuzzled him lovingly - her muzzle warm and soft, he’d forgotten, how could he have forgotten? - muttering encouraging words as she fussed over him.
“Please remember, son, I will always be proud of you. You could never disappoint me.”
He grinned at her, rubbing his head against hers, his fuzzy, curly mane bouncing cutely showing him to be the baby he was, bright blue eyes shining. He knew his Father was proud of him, Abyaz made a point of telling him often, yet it was another thing entirely to hear his Mother assure him that she shared the sentiment.
“Mother... thanks. I miss you, Dad misses you, he takes care of me. Thank you - I’ll make you proud of your boy, just you watch.” He didn’t get to say much, he barely got to say that when his Mother was pulled away from him again. It was not an easy thing to see, her obediently following the human that led her away from him and he did try to follow her but his human tugged him back, gentle words trying to get him to follow her instead of Ghost. Reluctantly he obeyed but he held his head high as he walked, tail up. Of course he wanted to win, he wanted to cross the finish line first but now that he’d had such an encouraging conversation with one of his two biggest idols he felt much, much better - even should he come in last nothing mattered as much as seeing his Mother.
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Proud of you Boy
Aw! Fox gets to meet up with his beloved Mother at Devil’s Night Downs!
AS Foxfire - mine
WBS Ghost Hour - angry-horse-for-life
___
Fox had been rather jittery for his first race, his first time travelling, though he wasn’t nervous, per say, just on his toes. His human seemed a little more tense though she relaxed near instantly when the human with the orange jumper and big smile came and gave her a hug. He met his half sister too, Dawn, who was a lot of fun - he thought he’d like to see her again sometime! - then after that his day really improved.
He was being a good boy and following his ginger loyally when he suddenly heard a loud squeal of a horse and before he knew it he was being smothered by another white horse. He tensed for a moment, taken by surprise, before he slowly recognised the scent and voice of the mare.
“My son, look how you've grown.”
His Mother. It was his Mother, WBS Ghost Hour, the bright white coat, mirrored eyes almost exactly the same as his Father’s, the gentle voice that he vaguely remembered from his early youth before they were separated due to his health issues. She nuzzled him lovingly - her muzzle warm and soft, he’d forgotten, how could he have forgotten? - muttering encouraging words as she fussed over him.
“Please remember, son, I will always be proud of you. You could never disappoint me.”
He grinned at her, rubbing his head against hers, his fuzzy, curly mane bouncing cutely showing him to be the baby he was, bright blue eyes shining. He knew his Father was proud of him, Abyaz made a point of telling him often, yet it was another thing entirely to hear his Mother assure him that she shared the sentiment.
“Mother... thanks. I miss you, Dad misses you, he takes care of me. Thank you - I’ll make you proud of your boy, just you watch.” He didn’t get to say much, he barely got to say that when his Mother was pulled away from him again. It was not an easy thing to see, her obediently following the human that led her away from him and he did try to follow her but his human tugged him back, gentle words trying to get him to follow her instead of Ghost. Reluctantly he obeyed but he held his head high as he walked, tail up. Of course he wanted to win, he wanted to cross the finish line first but now that he’d had such an encouraging conversation with one of his two biggest idols he felt much, much better - even should he come in last nothing mattered as much as seeing his Mother.
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Proud of you Boy
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