``the frog hunters [Hud]

[Scarlette]

Roux [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=height,475,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:#FFE87C; padding: 5px; border: 3px solid #000000; -moz-border-radius: 10px; -webkit-border-radius: 10px; border-radius: 10px;] The humidity in Yacare was brutal this time of year; the period right before fall arrived, and let the lands cool down some before facing winter. While Roux had been born and raised in this kind of humidity, it was still a little tough for the two year old to deal with some days. Today was one of those days, but the dark palomino colt found other things to preoccupy his mind. He knew if he focused on something else, rather than how hot or sweaty he was, he’d be better off. After some time, the stout colt eventually found something to do – chase frogs across the mire. It wasn’t a particularly nice sport, but he never purposely injured or killed the frogs. Heavens, no! His mama would be appalled by such behavior, and he never wanted to disappoint his lovely mama. The colt’s light colored hooves stomped at a rather fat frog in particular at the thought of his mama. She was a pretty mare who doted on him heavily, but even Roux knew she wasn’t entirely happy, especially as of late. She took more to hiding away and leaving him alone, which was both a blessing and a curse. He worried for her, like a good son should. Maybe it had something to do with Roux becoming an adult soon? He knew it was a strong possibility. He had stopped growing a few months ago, at least growing up. He was quickly putting on muscle that most colts didn’t quite have yet. He felt that it made up for his lack of height; especially when he was shorter than his own mama. He’d be the strongest stallion in Yacare, and he’d make his mama proud one way or another. ...Even if she didn’t approve of the ways he entertained himself. -------------------------------------------------- status: complete notes: xx "Roux Speech"

[Hud Levine]

[atrb=border,0,true][cs=7][bg=231b18] "Roux!" Hoke yelled with a hearty laugh as he cantered toward his half-brother, evading branch and root as he did so. The young chimeric stallion knew his little bro loved to hunt for frogs and Hoke himself was looking for some adventure. He was much taller and thinner than Roux, though only for his age. Hoke knew Roux could get frustrated at his own height; sometimes Hoke teased him a bit for it. All in good fun, though. "Found any? Ah sure can hear 'em!" Hoke had made a point not to adopt the Yacarian accent quite as much as everyone else. The young stallion didn't quite see the beauty of the swamp that his father clearly did. He wanted to see the world, not stay put. Hoke knew his uncle had felt the same way as a youngster and gone out just as he planned to. He'd surely have to speak with Landry once his strength developed more. As a swamp stallion, Hoke was already stronger than others his age might be in say, the woods. Roux, on the other hand, now there was a strong young male. Hoke wasn't sure he could take the yellow-and-white equine in a fair fight. The drone of the bullfrogs was almost constant in the swamp once springtime rolled around, even if it wasn't breeding season. The young stallion stomped on down the terrain until he reached the water's edge. OOC: Because of my awful lateness, how's 'bout we say this is present time and they're both young stallions in springtime? :]

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