all of us have a hero and a villain in us
Archam was a dark soul who had to pretend to fit in. From a young age he did not fit in with the others, he had no desires to chase butterflies he wanted to eat them. As an adult the horse would speak to others and invision ripping there throats out. The land he finds himself in now is not like that, he has to pretend to bea nice gentleman but when the sun sets and the moon is the only source of light the stag is out to cause havic.
He found himself in the field today looking for another mare to expand his herd. He enjoyed the ones he already had, but he also continuously looked for a mare who could assist him with his evil desires. Today he found himself a black and white over, she seemed pretty enough. The giant bay roan found himself hiding in the shade of a tree and made his way over to the mare. He gave a laugh as he caught a tail end of her conversation with herself. "It is a quite odd sight to see, youll get used to it though." he said with laughter in his voice "My name is Archam, and you?" he asked staring intently on the mare, with a gentleman smirk.
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