The dry, telltale grass of winter crunches under the stallion's hooves as he weaves through the meadow with an almost bored expression, though he tries to look alive for those he's trying to attract. Seeing as the field has been busy on every visit he has taken there, he thought he'd try a run at the meadow for some loners on the outskirts of the herds and kingdoms. So far his efforts here are proving just as fruitful as his efforts there. He snorts out loud in annoyance, the air streaming from his nostrils visible in the frigid air, and stomps his back hoof once in almost a child-like tantrum.
He is almost at the end of his rope, but forces himself to continue searching with a growing desperation. The open herdland in the Chamber will not stay that way forever. And if he is not to find a place there, what then?
He freezes as a familiar scent crosses his nostrils, one he immediately associates with the meadow before anything else. For a split second, he considers stealing the mare here, before his brain continues and forces him to realize the stench is very clearly male. He nearly groans as he realizes it must be the annoying stallion he continues to compete with for attention in the field. He wants to leave, but he knows that if he can smell Archam, Archam can smell him, and he does not want to give the stag the pleasure of driving him away from the meadow. So instead he goes towards it, his tail swishing as though he is swatting away a fly. He smirks as he can see the stallion's coat, a smudge against the landscape. "So how goes the thief's life?" He drawls accusingly, sharp dislike etched into the creases of his face and into his voice.
Oh my gosh I love them already xD
He is almost at the end of his rope, but forces himself to continue searching with a growing desperation. The open herdland in the Chamber will not stay that way forever. And if he is not to find a place there, what then?
He freezes as a familiar scent crosses his nostrils, one he immediately associates with the meadow before anything else. For a split second, he considers stealing the mare here, before his brain continues and forces him to realize the stench is very clearly male. He nearly groans as he realizes it must be the annoying stallion he continues to compete with for attention in the field. He wants to leave, but he knows that if he can smell Archam, Archam can smell him, and he does not want to give the stag the pleasure of driving him away from the meadow. So instead he goes towards it, his tail swishing as though he is swatting away a fly. He smirks as he can see the stallion's coat, a smudge against the landscape. "So how goes the thief's life?" He drawls accusingly, sharp dislike etched into the creases of his face and into his voice.
Oh my gosh I love them already xD