A Warrior Falls

Chapter 3 - What is a Filly?

    Verando was slowly maturing and it wasn’t long before he was well on his way to becoming a yearling. A very handsome and large yearling, already 14 hands tall, he strutted around without much a of a care towards anyone but himself and his new sire, Marcus. Verando trotted in his high stepping gait over to the river, lowering his head and drinking the water happily, his tail swishing back and forth when he froze. Looking at the water and knitting his eyebrows, he noticed someone. A white filly with a redish brown mane. His head popped up and he looked at her, so much smaller than him. As he pursed his lips, he took a big step sideways but when he looked back at the water she was on his other side, just stareing at him with her amber eyes.

    Verando squealed and jumped away. "Wha!" he gasped, not having exspected her to move so fast. With a huff, laid his ears back as she advanced, walking with her muzzle only a whiskers distance away. Her eyes lidded as a grin spread across her pale pink muzzle, Verando felt his rump plant against a tree and he slid down into an awkward sitting postion.

    "Hehe, that’s cute!" The filly giggled, shifting back and forth on her legs, almost dancing in place. Her bouncy mane popped up and down with each hop of her two front hooves, like the world was all glitter and rainbows to the sweet little filly. Verando felt his cheeks redden under his pelt and he looked down at his hooves, clearing his throat.

    "Well... thank you..." He muttered as politely as he could stomach before he awkwardly stood up. He shrilly squeaked and spun around at the crisp sting of milk teeth on his full rump. The filly had bitten him! With a loud, blowing snort of annoying, he pinned his ears and tossed his graying mane, "Would you quit?" he commanded, pawing the ground as he had seen Marcus do. That only made her giggle and wriggle in place. Verando shook his head, girls.... He would never have a mare... Never!

    Verando began to sulk away, fully aware that the filly was following him. Not that he really cared, she could follow him all day if she so pleased! He wouldn’t waste one more breath on that ignorant filly- "So what's your name?" she asked happily, prancing up along side him. Well... maybe one question wouldn’t kill him. It’d be offly rude to just ignore her. No matter how badly he wanted to.

     "Uh.... Ve-Verando..." He said unsurely. The filly giggled,

    "I'm Gunshy..." she whispered in his ear. Verando's muzzle quivered alittle and he snorted, shaking away the tingley feeling in his stomach.

     "Oh.. well that’s a nice name I suppose..." He said and shook his his mane. Gun grinned and pulled tauntingly at the soft baby hair still covering the young colts body.

     "It's so cute how you try to act so stallion like..." She cooed. “It’s not very often you find a colt so mature and grown up.”. Verando groaned and jumped away, rearing up and pawing the air in a punch like manner,

    "I AM a stallion..." He proclaimed and stamped his hoof in place, throwing his head into the air. Gun whinnied in laughter,

     "Ooo, how handsome a stallion you are! I was unaware I was keeping such regal company!" She gasped. Verando shook his head at her,

    Verando just scowled at her mockery. Fillies... couldn’t live with them and could definently do without them. Fully intending to leave her behind, he sped off but Gun kept right up with him. Giggling, she reached over and nibbled his cheek. Verando slid to a halt to glower at her with the blackest of fury.

    "Gun! You get away from that.... colt!" Gunshy's mother yelled. Gun just grinned,

    "I'll see /you/ later than Mr.Verando." She laughed and nibbled his forelock before she skipped off to her mother. Mare glared at the young colt over the head of her filly and scowled as she sauntered off.