Dirk meets the little man, Creon.

Country boy

Get your redneck on y'all

The grullo beast walked through the lands proudly. His neck held high, chest puffed out, rib cage sprung, tail high and waving while his front and rear legs lifted as high as he could, prancing along. There was no reason for this odd behavior of course, but that was just Dirk. There wasn't much reason to ANYTHING he did. The stag had his own mind, one of which thought of things completely out of the box and un-ordinary. Now, he was thinking how it would be like to be a huge draft stallion, stomping on ants as he traveled, plus scaring anything little right off the face of the Earth.

Dirk was a unique stag, with a country drawl and a redneck mind. Thanks to his roots back on the ranch as a youngster of course. As he continued to march across the land his frosted mane lapped at his neck as it bobbed with his pace. Smile planted across his maw as he enjoyed the fun, even though he was only an average 15.1 hands tall, it was nice to play once in a while.

Finally his black hooves came to a halt as the ground below him started to get a bit softer. Lips drew back as he smiled so wide that his ivories shined through the part in his kissers. Dirk loved the mud, everything about it he appreciated. Mud kept you cool, felt all oozy and gooey, made for a fun time to kick up at others, and there was no softer bed then to just curl up in it. Chest relaxed, neck slightly lowered, and tail pressed back against his rump as his draft horse act had finished and his focus shifted to the ideas now of mud and water.

Listening devices atop his head swiveled as he heard the babbling of a brook not too far off. Interested to see how deep it was, but also slightly thirsty the stag then drug his charcoal hooves across the softened ground towards the source of the noise. Flipping his head he flicked the forelock from his eyes as he drew closer to the sweet chilling liquid. Without hesitation he drew his hooves right into it all the way up to his knees before he began to jump around and splash about in the water. The creek wasn't all too deep, but enough to have fun and be a goof, like he typically was of course. Head bobbing as Dirk happily splashed around before tipping his muzzle into the sweet liquid and sucking some water in to soothe his coming thirst.

It was a pretty gorgeous day out, seemed hotter then some of the previous days, but that also could have been because Dirk was more active on this day. Instead of standing around and eating he had decided to make something of the boring life he led, and play around abit. Maybe eventually find a small herd, if he was so lucky to.

Halting, the brute let the creek run across his legs before drawing them up and walking from the water. He was now soaked head to toe even if it hadn't been that deep, his splashing about had still made him covered in wetness. Now, was time for the perfect combination of water and his beloved, MUD. Tossing his head and neck as his chest and front end leaped into the air onto the muddy banks of the stream. Dirk had then let himself prance about a bit, letting the water and mud perfectly mix beneath his now mud caked hooves. Of course, if one wanted to get muddy, they might as well stir up the mud a bit and really, really get down and dirty.

Finally, happy with the amount of mud kicked up Dirk quickly let himself plop to the ground with a thud and roll about in the soothing paste. His grullo coat was almost the perfect camouflage for the substance as it was rather close to blending into his hide. However, an equine could probably always tell when another was a bit rough and muddy looking. But image never bothered this country boy. Dirk then rolled over across his back and on to his other side as he waved his body from head to tail across the muddy earth beneath him, making sure to cover every inch of his already browned hide.

Suddenly, even with his attention on the satisfaction of being covered in mud he could still pick up the scent of another equine. Rolling up to his underbelly the stag sniffed the wavering air around him before letting his drawl slip from his lips.
"Y'all can show yer face anytime now." His voice oddly unique, but not angry or concerned for his safety, just, curious as to who had been watching him.

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This sucks. I know, I'm sorry. 



Creon walked through the woods, the little sooty buckskin colt just desperate for his mother. She had been gone for a month now, and the foal was still heart broken and wandering without a clue. It was only by some miracle that he hadn’t been killed yet. His little voice had gone hoarse multiple times as he called for a mother who would never answer, a mother that had abandoned her very dependent son. He now just wandered in hopes in finding other horses, ones that wouldn’t push him away or ridicule him. He was desperate for a friend, or at least some to find some comfort in.



The foal was walking through the trees aimlessly, barely paying attention to where his hooves carried him, when he thought he heard another equine. Though he loved making friends, he loved making friends after he knew they wouldn’t hurt him. He might be young, but he wasn’t a stupid little guy. He quickly hid in the brush, watching with wary brown eyes as a horse came into view. He was dark in color, had a funny mark on his side, and walked around like something was wrong with him. Why was he acting so funny?





He watched in amusement as the stallion played around in the water, splashing about like a foal would. He wanted to join, but he wasn’t sure if he was friendly just yet. He might be playing around, but that didn’t mean he was a nice guy. Stallions were more intimidating, they didn’t feel bad for him like the mares did. Yet no one took him in, just passed him on by like his mother had. His brown eyes watched as the stallion then walked over to the mud, playing around in that as well before he plopped himself down into it.



Creon couldn’t believe it, for a grown horse he was acting like he should have been acting. The stallion stopped though, and when he spoke he couldn’t help but laugh a little. As soon as his own sound slip through his lips he felt quiet and froze, afraid the stallion was going to hurt him. Tentatively the colt stepped out, watching him carefully as he stepped forward a little. He tried to make himself look bigger than he was, then maybe the stallion would spare him and let him get away with his life.



“You know you speak funny? And you have something funny on your side?” The colt asked him, trying to hold back another laugh. The more he looked at the stallion the less he believed he would actually hurt him, and the more he was starting to relax. As he waited for him to speak he walked forward, sticking his own two little stones into the mud as well before quickly prancing back and watching the stallion once more.



“Can I play with you to? My name is Creon, but others call me Rascal or Pest. I think it’s like a nickname or something,” The innocent little guy said, not understanding that those words they had use were actually there to make fun of him. He had never heard them before, but a lot of horses called him that so he figured it was just a nick name.

Country boy

Get your redneck on y'all

The grullo had listened for a minute, still laying on his stomach in the mud as he awaited the equines voice, or appearance. However, what came to his ears first was a surprise. A squeaky little laugh was emitted from the woods before a long legged, little bodied colt stepped from the shadows. Dirk held back all his drive to want to laugh, all this time he knew he was being watched, didn't care much as to who it was, but still felt like he might need to protect himself, and then out walks a little figure from the forest cover.

Small smile grew upon the stags face as the colt tried with all his might to look bigger then he actually was. It was quite hilarious really, but probably so was Dirk's act when he was pretending to be a draft horse prancing too. Ears twitched as he heard the wee ones voice pick up, commenting on the way he spoke, and the brand on his hip. Dirk laughed softly at the comment and then pulled his front legs out from under him to rest out front of his bodice and head. Comfortable now, still laying down in his beloved mud, his pelt now covered in the dried plaster like substance.

Happily, his voice picked back up as he answered the sooty buckskin colt's inquiry.
"Well wee one. I serrpose I talk like this 'cause I ain't from the wild. Guess I learned it from my mates back home as youngster like you." His lips curved into a half smile between sentences as the little guy then spoke about his name, and rather uncalled for nick names too. Though, he asked to stay and play, Dirk didn't know really how he felt on that topic. He knew he'd have to get some more info as to why the colt was alone, where was his mom, dad, or family? Herd even? Or, would Dirk be stuck with a lost colt nagging at his side forever.

Though, the thought of playing around with a little one could be fun too. Dirk's behavior was already so childish anyway, so sadly he knew the little colt might just fit into Dirk's everyday lifestyles. However, the stag wasn't even ready to have a mate, much less a little guy following him around as he became his new guardian, and essentially, father. All these thoughts flooded though the grullo's mind as his eyes dialed in on the colt whom stuck his little hooves into the mud before jumping back out. Smile then grew across his maw as Dirk thought to himself.
/Ya. This could work./

Opening his lips the grullo released his deep unique vocals to speak to the young colt, answering his questions.
"Well ya see. That there thing on my hip, that you call funny.. It's called a brand. Lets the humans know who I belong to. I don't need it anymore, bein' I live out here in the wild now, but it don't come off, so i'll have 'er forever." Pausing, the stallion looked over Creon, taking in all his features, his little nose and tiny hooves. He really was quite adoreable, and Dirk, feeling secure just let himself keep his position among the mud as he finished speaking.

"Well then Creon, nice ta meet 'cha little fella. Errr. I suppose you can stay and play. I be happy to share my mud, fun stuff it is. But err... Where's your parents? I mean, ya look purdy young and all, don'tcha got a family, or herd, or momma or somethin'? Did ya get lost maybe? Need my help? A little fella like you can get hurt or lost purdy easily out here. But, I think I could keep you protected for the time bein'."


Dirks voice then stopped as he moved his head about, motioning for Creon to come closer and join him in the sloppy mud. Somehow, the stag thought the world would be a better place if other equines just let down their nasty sides once in a while, forgot about their problems and worries, and just had some gosh darn fun. As for Dirk, that was his life's motto. ' To have some god damn fun' everyday.
Pushing off his front legs and lashing out his hinds the average sized quarter horse pushed himself over across his back and on to his other side, leaving a fresh slab of gooey mud across his pelt, before totally dumbfounded, he realized he had also forgotten to give Creon his name back. Quickly, his vocals picked up.

"Ahh. My name's Dirk. I serrpose I forgot that little erm.. detail. Unlike you tho little fella, I ain't got no nicknames." letting a small laugh from his maw as he flicked the forelock from his vision and awaited the colt's next moves. Though also thinking in his head what in the world he was guna do with the little guy. Hopefully, he had some answers to Dirk's questions for sure..

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Creon watched him in silent wonder, the stallion's voice was so intriguing to him. He had never really talked to a lot of horses before, but this was the first horse that had ever spoke like that. All the weird words captivated him, and some of them he even laughed at. He looked a bit confused as he said he didn't grow up in the wild, that just made no sense to the little guy. "You didn't grow up in the wild? Well isn't this the only other place to be from? Everyone else is from the wild," The foal told him bluntly, and with the innocence only a young creature could pull off.

The colt finally walked over and plopped himself in the mud, laughing a little as some of the mud flew up as well. It was cool in the summer day, and the colt rolled around in it a bit like he had watched the other stallion earlier. He stopped when he heard his funny speech again, brown eyes watching him talk. "The humans? Are they a different type of horse?" He asked him, as he didn't know anything outside of the wild and wild horses. He knew nothing about the outside world, domesticated horses, or humans. He was never taught such things by his mother and father.

"I don't  have a momma or family with me. No herd either. I think I was in a herd before, but then something happened to my daddy and my momma took me away. And then one day she told me she would be back and I think she got lost or something...I've been trying to find her..." Creon mumbled, a sad little look on his face as he thought about his mother. He wished he could find her, he was worried she was looking for him. And he didn't understand how she had gotten lost from him, it always seemed like she had known where she was going. 

"Will you be my friend? I don't think I have any of those...And can I stay with you until I find my momma? I get really lonely and I kinda get scared at night..." Creon said as he watched him, hoping that Dirk would be kind enough to let him travel with him until he found his mother. He hated to be by himself, and he just wanted someone to talk to and have some fun with. Dirk seemed like he was pretty fun and that's all that Creon wanted, until he could find his mother of course. 

The colt had a short attention span though and was soon rolling around once more, standing up and running off towards the water. He splashed around for a bit, just allowing himself to have some fun, before rushing back over to the large mud pit. He laid himself down again, but not before shaking off and spraying some water on dirk. He relaxed then, just enjoying the mud and the feeling, occasionally flicking his tail back and forth as he laid there.