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He was the only son of the fallen herd leader, Prophet's Breath. A proud, thoughtful stallion that had served as leader of his home herd for nearly seven summers before his fall. It had been the first time in the herd's spoken history that a leader had been killed at the hands of an opponent. The ruthless stallion had come from seemingly no where and had overcome Prophet's Breath after only a few blows. The herd had looked on, to their horror, as the victor trampled his opponent into the ground, breaking his bones and leaving him to bleed out in his last moments of life. The younger stallions had fled, fearful that they would pose a threat to their new leader and meet the same fate as Prophet had.

Genesis had been among them the first night. When the sun had risen the day following, he had branched off from the young bachelor herd and went alone his own way.

It was the end of one thing and the beginning of another. His name had been self-chosen, as was the tradition for colts growing into young stallions. It wasn't until he was robbed of his father and his home herd that he felt he had taken the step into adulthood.

The spring was beginning to heat up the land, blowing the fallen blossoms of spring away and replacing them with lush greens to feed on. Just barely a year old, the young stallion had faced only one winter. Uncertain of his survival or direction, every day was lived one step at a time. At the present, he had managed to happen across a neutral territory with a small spring. It was dangerous, yes, but he had enough confidence in his speed and stamina to take the risk of bowing his head to drink.

Genesis drank slowly, his ears moving one way then another, listening to the sounds of the jungle around them. There were birds about, the occasional chatter of rodents as they darted in and out of their burrows. So long as the other animals continued to chatter, the area was safe enough. Or so he was taught.

Lifting his head, the stallion caught a small flick of movement above. Grunting, he took a few sharp steps back and raised his eyes. For a moment, it looked like a serpent winding its way through the air above him. His body tensed, ready to break into a gallop. After another moment of observation, he stilled.

It was...a tail? Whatever it belonged to, it was much larger than a snake. The rock outcropping stood right over his head, blocking his view of the tail's owner. Slowly, quietly, and carefully, Genesis began walking backwards, his eyes never once roaming away from the swooping tail. Perhaps it was a cougar... something larger? His mind raced as his heart began to throb.

He could have melted with relief... it was a filly. A strange looking one- but a filly regardless. Never had he seen a tail like that- or horns. It wasn't horrible, just different. Perhaps he'd trespassed... the thought had him testing the air quietly for any territory markers. He'd not seen any... and there'd been no other horses about. Perhaps she was a rogue...

Not wanting to be rude, but not wanting to leave without first speaking to the filly, Genesis cleared his throat and stomped a hoof on the ground. She'd sleep right through it if she was tired enough- in that case he'd let her be.