01-27-2016, 08:52 AM
The bay stallion does not like to be left alone with his thoughts; not now, as they teem with misdeeds and a strange lack of regret for what had come so naturally to him - he was a stallion after all, and could not help himself when the natural urges came upon him and he knew that at three mares expected foals because of him but not a one of them was his beloved mate with her salmon-pink points and sweet face so full of trust. He knew that trust would turn to disgust if she ever found out about his illicit trysts outside their union so he kept to himself, squandering his time in the trees that surrounded the Falls but even then, he grew bored and missed her company and that of their growing daughter’s. All he could do to content himself was to leave the Falls for the time being and go be of some use in some obscure way that had yet to reveal itself to him.
Mandan watches her for a while longer before actually falling into step with her as she heads in a particular direction and he just follows her. “Can’t say it is a pleasant day because it is too cold for my liking, but there is something fierce and beautiful about all this snow and ice we’ve been getting lately.” He is rather talkative for once, usually of few words but it is nice to hear the sound of another voice besides his own and she looks rather interesting, especially with that nice color of hers that he keeps looking at. The bay makes no apology for staring either, not that he is without manners but simply that he ignores propriety at times, preferring to be bold and instinctual and right now, the gleam of her champagne coat is rather striking against the mud and snow that coats the world.
MANDAN
He bypassed the familiar trails that could take him to the meadow and the forest nearby; let chance lead him towards the field in the throes of a cold stark winter that made his bones achy and his breath steam on the air. His horns felt heavy - they always did this time of year, heavier than before, but that could simply have been the weight of his own misdeeds rather than the horns themselves. They were still sharp at the point, two great spires of keratin and bone that arched up and away from his face and the black strands of hair that fell down over his eyes. Beneath the mane spilling down his face, his eyes remain watchful but see little that interests him until a mare in a lovely color he has never seen before catches his eye. She is like dull gold that has lost its gleam but somehow her skin is still bright, in a soft sheen beneath the wintry shag that covers them both and makes them hairy beasts.
Mandan watches her for a while longer before actually falling into step with her as she heads in a particular direction and he just follows her. “Can’t say it is a pleasant day because it is too cold for my liking, but there is something fierce and beautiful about all this snow and ice we’ve been getting lately.” He is rather talkative for once, usually of few words but it is nice to hear the sound of another voice besides his own and she looks rather interesting, especially with that nice color of hers that he keeps looking at. The bay makes no apology for staring either, not that he is without manners but simply that he ignores propriety at times, preferring to be bold and instinctual and right now, the gleam of her champagne coat is rather striking against the mud and snow that coats the world.