((Ah...I am posting my stuff anyway...
Kat...threw...this together, so...yeah...it stinks...*Nods*))
Boss watched the foals with a look of pure uninterest. He found the foals to be load, and he disliked that. Everything about him was the look of pure, but subtle, distaste for the horses that were so much younger then him. He was standing off to the side of them, his tail whipping to flick off flies that were trying to land on his body, and it was a fast, black blur of color. One of his large, intelligent, brown eyes was close, while the other open, and pointed at the other horses. His ear twitched in a tremor of movement, when another large fly that had landed on his ear, he left it down, though, even when the fly left. It was in his eyes that the real dislike for the situation was written. His open eye was a simple color, the color of fallen, dead leaves, but it burned with flames of different feelings. The first was a simple look of intelligence, a look that showed an almost un-animalistic look of astuteness, but it was mixed with the look of primal instinct that also run part of him, and that was what made the look, the look of an animal, rather then of something more then that. But his eye was now clouded with a look of immense frustration, created by the intrusion of his space by the others.