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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 9:33 pm
Mikhail listened as the other colt explained how his antlers would grow as he continued to get closer. Getting a few feet away, he stopped, tail flicking lightly. "My father doesn't have a big mane, but he does wear these odd things he calls 'clothes'. I still don't really understand it though." He said, shaking his head some at the thought.
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2011 10:14 am
Zheadeos frowned at the odd word clothes. He never heard of such a thing before and the other colt's father wore them. It was an odd thought really. "So were both different from our dad's" He wouldn't go on to say his dad was weird for wearing something alien to him though. It was an odd thought that he would ware something odd but that was the essence of being odd. "Do you want to be like your dad?"
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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2011 5:58 pm
Mikhail decided to move closer to the foal so they weren't yelling across the way at each other. When he was at a good distance, he stopped, getting a better view of the colt and the things he called antlers. At the comment about being different than their fathers, he nodded. He was happy about that too, even his brother seemed to be more like their mother, but he wasn't sure about their sister. The last comment about being like his dad, he sneered some at that. "I would prefer not to if I had the choice." He answered.
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Posted: Sat Apr 16, 2011 4:21 pm
Zheadeos cocked his head to the side at the foal not wanting to be like his father. "Well 'spose so. He does wear odd things. So I'd rather not be odd looking with odd things on myself." He nodded. "So Mikhail wanna play a game or such?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 6:07 pm
Mikhail frowned when the other foal stated that the reason why he didn't want to be like his father was because he wore clothing. How far from the truth that was, and he sighed at that. "Th-that's not the reason. It's hard to explain why I would prefer not to be like him." He said, shyly hoofing at the ground for a moment. When the mention of a game was brought up, he perked up slightly. "Game? What kind of game? I'm afraid I don't know many."
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