Mini Scorch

"Look at this." Azura presented the black stallion with a small, messy and vaguely horse shaped figure. She was smiling widely. The thing was kind of fluffy, scrabby. Scorch sniffed it. It smelled... of him? And iron. As well as his owner's hands. She often smelled of metals, but today it was different in a way

Said hands were covered in bandaids. She could have done this another way- her ability to control metal included felting needles. But she hadn't wanted to. This labour of love had cost her a few pricks.

Scorch wasn't all that impressed by his malformed mini me. Azura had considered apple scenting it, but Scorch mightve tried to nibble or eat it. Azura had tried to colour it, which went much better than the felting part. She was happy enough. It was made of the tons and tons of undercoat shed brushed out of Scorch. He was always fluffy, with an incredibly dense coat. 

And much of it to shed and brushed out. Azura always got a good workout in on brushing days. She thought it was kind of a waste to throw away perfectly good fiber. To Azura's slight dismay, there was no market for it. So eventually, she came up with creative and possibly slightly unhinged uses. It was a very renewable resource after all and better yet, free. Azura loved free things. So for one reason or another, she mostly smelled of horse and or metals.

Scorch was well used to those scents now. Initially he had found them strange- other horses, he hadn't been in close contact with any for years before coming here. And his former owner had only interacted with him. Oddly, he had found the horse scent stranger than that of metal. Now, he was used to other horses' scents and found the metallic tones comforting even. 

Not that he was much able to socialise with others of his species. His grand total of two friends were a horse that clung to him like a burr, an initially one sided affection, and the second his own daughter. 

His owner was his closest companion. 

He couldn't know it, but she had used his immense fluff to stuff blankets with for example. And a neighbor who was a seamstress would use it to insulate coats. A lot of birds in the area had very soft nests made of wulf loshenka undercoat, the ranch had multiple of such horses. 

But none with a coat just like Scorch’s. Luckily, Azura had some experience in taking care of such dense fur and ever since getting Scorch, she'd become a pro.