The world hung on the colors of the season. Autumn was a time of dramatic change just like spring was. The two branched from these similarities though, where spring was a season of birth and renewal. Autumn was a season of preparing and sowing seeds that would hibernate through the winter. The animals of this magical land were all running about preparing in their own ways. The chittering tree squirrels gathering their hoards for the winter to come. The foxes with their flashing red coats dug their dens.


The large cervine elk herds came down from their ranges in the lower parts of the mountains to wander the forest and the meadow. The large bulls roaring and battling for harems of females. This is where the horned stallion came in the months of fall. His heart rushed with the same magic? Or, was it more chaos that drove the bulls around him into their fury of battle and breeding? He was calm here for some reason this rushing about calmed him. If he tried to venture a guess it was probably due to the magic that allowed him to change his shape into a large white elk stag. 


The white stud was in no way able to hide when he stood amongst the herds. But, he had do reason to hide.  Ardashir had no devotion to the females that had gathered around him. Maybe it was his calm energy that drew them in or, the fact that he was not running them around making them pant and tired. The draft stallion lowered his horned head grazing on the grass. The small group maybe 4 of female elk lay around the stallion just relaxing and ruminating. The stallion had kept his feet shifted to large cloven hooves and his tail was slightly changed short but still having the long horse hair rather than the short tuft that the elk tended to have.