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 Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 11:25 pm
Cualtzin had just caught word he was a grandfather. Of course, he hadn't seen the little bundle of joys yet. He hadn't seen Autumn in a while. Or her mate. Well, he didn't even think he met her mate at all. Though, that didn't put a damper on things. He was just happy to be a grandfather. How time flew by, though he still felt as he did when he first met Tally.
He was an odd stallion. Black and white striped hair, with tips of vibrant colors, as well as vibrant flowers everywhere. He was a bit of a hyper stallion. Huge, no doubt, but more or less stuck in a huge male body with the mind of a foal. Well, mostly of a foal anyways. His mane and tail was curled, often getting him confused with a mare. Though, only by those who just want to make fun of him. But he wouldn't know if they did or didn't.
He had a wolf friend, who was off doing something else. Muttered something about not wanting to be near more kids. Though it was a lie. Haidar was very good with them, he was just shy. The day was beautiful. The sun was up high in the air making the trees and bushes around him look even more beautiful then if it were to be cloudy. Though even then it'd still be pretty to him. The wind blew lightly making the trees leaves smack into each other creating lovely forest music. Winter had come and gone, and it seemed summer had appeared faster then ever.
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Posted: Fri Jun 27, 2008 11:45 pm
 Otoño moved slowly towards a clearing in the forest. His dad had said he had a grandfather, but the little foal wasn't too sure what a grandpa was and when he asked, his dad said to ask him.
He got a vague description and was sent towards the clearing to go wait for him. The little foal stuck his tongue out and just looked around, wondering how this grandpa looked and what it was. He wasn't even sure it was a soquili. He wished his fox friend had come with him.
He was a good fifty-fifty combination of both his parents. His mane and tail had a couple of white locks with red tips, his chest and belly was white and so was his muzzle, while his back legs were a creamy color instead. But what he liked most about himself was his odd color hoof.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 12:00 am
It didn't take long before Cualtzin reached a rather strange opening in the woods. Not really strange, unless you didn't know the area. He'd come here many times, with Tally, and then with his kids as they grew. He took in a deep breath as he walked into the opened area. Letting it out as the sun gently hit upon his black and white dappled body. His icy blue eyes seemed to have a shine to it as he looked around. Not sure what to expect around. Though whatever it was, it'd be grand like every day.
His curled mane flung into his back legs from the quick nice breeze, which made him move from the surprise of his own tail. It didn't take long before he spotted something of interest. It was a colt! How exciting. A huge grin came up on his face. As he came closer, he noticed the other looked lot like him. Surprisingly. Though, with few spots, but the hair... could it be?
"HELLO THERE!" he said rather loud as he always did to everyone. He always got overly excited when meeting new horses. He couldn't control the first words that would come out of his mouth. "I'm Cualtzin!" He said with a controlled voice, but still pretty loud. A huge grin still upon his face.
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2008 12:11 am
The little colt stares up at the large stallion with big blue eyes. The only resembles he saw between was, well, their hairs, but he wasn't really registering that type of information at the moment. He ran behind a tree and hide behind it.
The loud voice and how close he came so suddenly. Cualtzin, well..it sounded like the name his dad said. He peeked out. "Grampa....?"
Was this big soquili his grandfather? He didn't come out from behind the tree, still a bit scare.
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2008 12:02 am
He gave an apologetic look towards the little foal as he ran off to hide. "SORRY! I didn't mean to scare you!" He said. Which was the total truth. He never had scared someone so bad before. Or at least, he didn't think he did. "I won't hurt you." He said
He heard the words... Grandpa. Did that mean this was one of his grandchildren? Possibly. He wasn't quite sure. He chuckled "Grandpa? Does this mean your mother is Autumn?" Unfortunately, he never did catch the name of the father. Autumn never told him about the stallion at all. Such a shame really. He wish he knew all of the little one's names too. He only got wind of Autumn having kids from someone else he knew.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:43 pm
Otoño peek out his whole head from behind the tree. Autumn. His mother's name, that he recognize with ease. He slowly came out from behind the tree and walked over.
"Yes!" He said happily, still, he didn't know if this stallion was his grandfather, but it seem that know his mother's name was enough for the colt to trust him.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 1:34 pm
He smiled down at the now not so afraid little guy. He looked so small. His mane was much like his own, though with only one color like Autumns. "Yep, you are definitely my daughter's son" He said with a chuckle. He hadn't seen anyone but his family have hair like it was. He found a pretty red flower almost like one of the ones he ware, and picked it and placed it in the stallions hair. OF course, he didn't really think about that flowers were only for females. Heck, he really didn't care what other's said.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 6:01 pm
He smiled and tried to looked up at the flower placed in his hair, when he couldn't, he gave up, thought kept the smile on his face. Unsure if the other knew his name, he tried to speak as loud as the big stallion. "I am Otoño!"
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Posted: Fri Jul 25, 2008 1:19 am
(sorry @.@)
"Otono! That's a good name!" Cualtzin chuckled. "You can call me Grandpa, or Cualtzin, or whatever." He wasn't sure what grand kids were suppose to call their grand parents. But that was no matter. He was happy to be just called by his name. He forgot how small foals were, it'd been so long since he'd been around one. "I know where some good apples are. Would you like one?"
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Posted: Sat Jul 26, 2008 3:08 pm
[its alright]
"Caltsin.....caltin? cultz!.........Grandpa!" The foal finally decided that it was a better idea to go with something that he could say. He trotted clumsily around the stallion before he was address again. He nodded. "Apple sounds good."
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