He had no tactic to choosing who he would take back to his herd land. Mainly he seeked out those who had tone of loneliness, Forlorn Forest did suit them at most. Others he searched for uniqueness or equine with a foreign background to the lands of Beqanna.
His alabaster body entered the potent air, of the field. When he first came across, the field it didn't quite smell like this. The welcoming aroma had changed, muffled with hazardous scents the place didn't feel that welcoming at all. It was a living hell hole, stallions would argue about over mares but, why would he complain? He had done so too, and no judgment was worth his precious time. After all, the faster he could return to his herd the more protected his daughter would be.
His crimson eyes searched through the crowds until he found her. She was quite unique but, judging by the circumstances of the heat it was quite a little clever idea to bath in the mud. For a matter of fact, why didn't he think of that? All these years over the summers he had gotten his pink muzzle sunburnt, along with his tender skin. She was the answer to all of his albinoism problems, at least she solved one.
He confronted the girl, while she seemed to be in the midst of blowing bubbles within the soaked dirt. Pelting her muzzle in a thick mask. A welcoming smile, spread across his lips as his ghastly vocals entered the air, "Quite a clever idea." His ivory tail lashed out at flies, upon his hocks. The pale man took note of her colorful mane, strands of greens and yellows jumbled up within her chestnut base. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything." He rasped.
His body shifted forwards, as he lowered his muzzle into the dark chocolate paste. His muzzle now caked in mud, he flung his head upwards propelling multiple drops to speckle upon his flawless porcelain coat. He looked like a leopard appaloosa with his body speckled with the dirty substance, along with his now dark chocolate muzzle. "There we go." he chuffed as he rose his head returning his attention back to her. "I'm Daey of Forlorn Forest." His introduction now in play, and his mud plastered muzzle dripped as he awaited an answer from the clever little mare.
and to be loved is to be the one destroyed
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