Crimson eyes flutter about, as vague memories flood through his mind, those of love, forgiveness, and lastly the forever burden of heartbreak. Far beyond gone, life had left him with one option. To return to the wretched field where he once gathered mares with much failure.
The pale man, grimaced as the potent scent of sweat and emmense odor entered his pink nostrils. Almost gasping his mouth was held agape as he inhaled the wretched odor that seemed to labor his breathing causing him to wease.
Porcelain lobes swiveled, the beckoning of conversations echoed through his ear lobes like a constant chorus of a game he knew too well to play. Thoughts rendered his mind, voices echoed through his ears as if they were hailing his name, a sweet little tune that allowed his muscles to continue to function.
He made his way far from the other equine, his musky sweet scent was the only thing that held him from the brink of insanity. His alabaster body swayed In a relaxed motion as he reached the edge of the field. Water spouted from atop of the cliff sprinkling down and feeding into the lake. Untouched.
Lowering his muscular neck, shoulder blades rolling in a soothing motion, as his parched lips welcomed the crisp clear liquid into his mouth. His muzzle dampened and lips soaked in the pristine liquid the man glanced about keeping to himself.
Eventually he would find himself being bombarded by mare's and stallions, seeming to beg and plead for him to join their kingdom, and if the offer was decent he might agree to join their homeland, and participate in kingdom affairs if needed.
D・a・e・y
He's so bad
But he does it so well