Francois ventured out from the herd lands to the field, he has rarely left the herd learning all he could from his father. Although his twin brother Andras was hand selected to rule the herd Francois was an understudy in case something were to happen. Francois remained bitter for the situation, Andras was most likely chosen due to his physical trait, the bay and purple horse gave a snort thinking about it. They two were raised to run the herd, but in the end only one will hold the title 'Lead Stallion' and that is Andras, the one who makes all the shots. Sometimes its nice to get fresh air and remove himself from the herd lands. Recently his mother was stolen from another herds stallion causing an uproar in the cobblestone, clearing his mind is his best shot. 

He plodded around the area, every step crunched with packed snow. The air was cold and brittle, every exhale of breath created a smoke cloud, proving just how cold it was. The bay and purple stallion stood out from the others due to his coloring, he was pretty hard to stay hidden in the white snow. He looked around as he entered the forest, it was surrounded by green pine trees that offered a break in the white. The underground protected from the large branches, snow never seemed to hit the areas, brown dead pine needles remained in tact. He picked up a quicker pace until he found himself beneath one of the trees. Gazing out into the forest he could see plenty of horses out and looking around, it was nice to see members from different kingdoms and herds. Still deciding on there life decision of what kingdom to join, or whether to go for a herd, even if they should remain in a caste or not. 

He gave a snort as he watched about, his body was warmed from the small portion of the sun that peaked out. He relaxed his body cocking his right leg out to relax, gently closing his eyes remaining aware of his surroundings.