master of our own fates [Any]

[No Crosses Count]

Snow begins to lightly fall, it’s strange silence muffling the sounds of the others that mill about. Waiting. It feels like he’s been standing there, brooding in a rather familiar way, forever. Glittering red eyes searching through the flakes, looking for her face. The disappointment grows, clutching at his breast with discomfort as he shifts slightly, exhales frosty breath with a sigh. She’s nowhere to be found. Instead he sees a stallion courting a mare a few feet away from him. See’s a silhouette of a horse in the distance, noting the way it’s breath fogs in the air. The silhouette begins to become clearer as it heads in his direction. Curved ears prick forward, his glowing gaze steady as she comes into view. She is beautiful, her spotted coat making a stark contrast against the winter landscape. Her soft laughter tinkling through the falling snow, breaking that muffled silence. The young stallion attempts to smile at her despite his hope falling once more that it’s not her. The crimson depths of red flashing, years older than what his youthful body portrays. Matching the years of scars splattered across his dark hide. ”Hello.” It’s not her fault that she is not who he seeks. Besides having a pretty face to keep him company was far from unwanted. ”I’m not quite sure why I’m here…” Was he really open to finding a home? Could he even consider anywhere a home without Nocturnal? Ebony tassels snap against his scarred haunches as he turns his broad head towards her. ”I’m No Crosses Count.” Extending his muzzle slightly to catch her scent, memorizing it. ”Why are you looking for a home?” they say only the good die young that just ain't right