If you despise my existence, I hold no grudge. But to protect those precious to me, I will make no such promises
Some how he found himself of all places in the field. The abundance of mares was clear to the eye yet, there were still sight of stallions, many equine gifted were of plenty yet those like he weren't in sight. He was as any ordinary stallion sure, his wretched appearance wasn't as pleasant as he wished but, he made the best of it.
They always seemed to stare at the boy, nasty glares from snobby mares, and arrogant smirks from pathetic stallions. He didn't seem to mind, he would just simply glare back at them with his blood red eyes glinting in a pleasant manner, at their seemingly amusing expressions.
He wasn't much of a big shot around like most stallions of Beqanna, he was known as a wanderer, a loner, a clueless soul. Much like any stallion, he wished to begin a herd but, he hadn't yet had the opportunity to find the suitable mare to accompany him and, to settle in their own little corner of the world.
None the less, he spotted a mare currently not being bombarded by a crowd of unappealing stallions, nor the beauties of the Amazon kingdom, he took his opportunity. Striding towards the inky black mare he politely spoke, " Hello, Madame." he paused for a moment gaining his words, " I'm Daey, would you care to share a name?" Crimson eyes locked with hers, he wished not to scare her yet, it was possibly inevitable.
Swiveling alabaster ears in her direction,"Are you enjoying the field?" he husked, the stallion always enjoyed being near other horses. Perhaps it was because his isolation as a child, being abandoned by his mother for his looks, perhaps he was just destined for isolation but, only time could tell.
Daey
