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Heath never enjoyed thinking about what he was the product of. The two halves that came together to make him whole had been as violent and destructive as they were meek and fragile. His mother was one that would have been loving and no less then an angel. While he father was the opposite, a devil in Heath’s mind. He was part of each, two sides that clashed and made him unstable at times. It took his short life to manage the ups and downs that his hybrid form sent him through. But, as the giant was just that, the coywolf had not chosen what shape to take. The roan had chosen him, Ruri sang to him and held his heart even if neither of them understood how or why, and his pack accepted him.
The Dreamer walked beside him in silence, and Heath did not miss the chatter of voices. It was easy to stride along side him, even if his legs needed to walk twice as fast, it seemed like they shared a similar energy. Calm, silent, relaxed. Gold eyes looked at the midnight male, nodding as he saw the notice to stay quiet. With the incline Heath began to make a plan, but as the herd came into sight he was unsure of what to do. Heath gave Jazper a sideways glance before looking at the gathering of hoofed beasts. Biting his lip thoughts ran through his brain, and before he knew it he was moving down the hill. The giant Dreamer could follow if he wanted, but Heath could not wait. His eyes had fallen on the darkest of horses. A black stallion, large at the shoulders but with eyes as quiet as a doe. The rope came from his chest, the loop hanging from his hand. He had seen it in pictures, and he wondered why he wouldn’t be able to do it too.
Slow, letting his scent creep through the resting herd Heath managed with the presence of the roan mare stalk towards him. The stallion stirred, and raised his head high in interest and dominance. Lumière paused, and instead of taking notice the coywolf turned the rope again and again in his hand and then the moment he got too close and the horse had enough and chose to run Heath let the rope loose. There was tension on the other end, and Heath looked at it with the realization that he had indeed caught his target. Before another thought could run to his mind his arms felt the pull. Paws clutched Heath moved with the rope, but his weight was not enough for the power of the horse attached to the lasso. He felt the ground before he knew he fell, and with the fall came the grass and dirt that he dragged against.