He has had issues with commitment lately. And truly, he is a male and why is that of importance. Everyone, especially young brutes tend to struggle with commitment. They tend to bounce and flounder and do what they may. But Dalten, he is not just any stallion.
He is Lagertha’s son.
He is Tiphon’s son.
He is a Dale and Amazonian representative without having been asked or volunteered.
And perhaps this is why he hides in the shadows of the meadow days on. He struggles to commit himself to the Dale because of the pressure it holds. He cannot possibly seek refuge in the Amazons because he has a part that isn’t necessarily welcomed.
He is just not cut out for anything.
So he hides homeless, and useless. He hides from all the agonizing pressure and politics and soaks himself in the comfort of shadows and birds. Sometimes he comes out, sometimes he sees the sun, but all other days and nights he curls up in the forest floor.
As you can see he is mildly out of practice. His social game not up to par and yet here he is hindering on the edge of the meadow as the sun begins to set wondering if today is the day he will venture out to brush up on talking.
He isn’t getting any younger.
Neither is his mother.
And the forest is becoming more and more overran by squirrels and mice.
So here he is, feeling as if he is balancing on the line of life and death, contemplating just turning around all together.
And then he sees a female.
And he cannot help but laugh, because she is decorated in seasonal taste and he finds it oddly entertaining.
And then he stops laughing, because bitches are crazy.
He meanders out, cautiously. Our Dalten has certainly grown to be a handsome one. His charcoal grey coat, deep brown eyes, and slimmer frame all thanks to his not only royal but fancy genetics.
“Hello,” he offers kindly, almost too quiet and too gentleman-like but you cannot blame him so soon, he is after all still learning the trick of the trade.
