If The Crown Fits...

There had been a time in his life where anything that could have went wrong did.  A time where he felt as though he was being torn in two.  The way he was and the way he should be.  According to his lineage anyhow.  Still he wonders where his family had disappeared too.  His mother had been carrying his sibling and father had sworn to seek revenge over their home falling to the sea.  He has seen not heads or tails of them since the meeting in the forest.  Maybe it was for the best...

Looking out across the rolling hills of drying grasses from the shoreline of the river he pondered his younger life.  Only briefly though.  He did not wish to revisit that time too long.  He stepped from the pebbled river bank onto the firm ground of Loess.  A flick if his silver tassels as his sapphire gaze watched for movement.  He notes a hare hiding itself along the underbrush of some bushes.  Otherwise it is a calm autumn day.  The cool breeze is comforting against his slated coat.  Warmed by the weakening rays of the sun seated high in the sky.  

The thick tangles of silver forelock cover his splotched face.  The same splashed markings of his dam and light tresses of his father.  His sapphire eyes though were his own.  Lacking the ruby red of pure bloodlines that his sire wore.  He was thick and well muscled for only being three.  Shifting his hips to rest the opposite as he waited.  He was in no rush and did not call out.  Someone would pass eventually... 

Imperial

If the Crown Fits

His casual advance into the land was quickly met by kind words from a kind face.  The mare was poised while quickly announcing herself as ruler here.  He stopped and turned face.  A leisure swoosh of his silver tassels as he allowed her to finish.  Her greeting simple and question rectified.  Nodding his crown in respect he offered reason, "I had traveled here sometime ago.  It seemed quaint... I was hoping it remained that way." His icey blue gaze shifts about the land and quickly returns, "Seems it has."  Flipping his muzzle upwards to remove the silver of forelock from his view before continuing, "My name is Imperial.  I'd be happy to serve here, you, Heda." His voice is strong, purposeful.  No hint of child's play comes from the stallions tone or stance.  He is young, but aged beyond his years.

Imperial