Hoshor Plains You think we're the enemy.

sorry i suck also what the fuck kind of grammar was i using when i wrote the last post

Contradiction. Snorts, tosses his head. Then a question toward him.

Prophet, comes his response, not clear as to whether it's a name or a title. Neither, just like the contradiction. A contradiction for a contradiction. Smiles and laughs softly at the thought of it, the jest. I run with no herd. I am free.

Lifts his head, staring down the other. Sees his future sprawl out before him like an expanse of spring-green grass, fresh and new. A gift; always has been. The sight has been his since leaving Mother's womb.

You will amount to nothing, whispers the grulla. But your children and their children will rule these plains.

Not anything to be pleased by, in the short term. Tail flicks, as if casting off summer flies. Knows trouble will come from this, like always. With a nod toward the stallion, breaks off into a lope, extending into a gallop.

One day, will return. For now, the wind takes him.