04-01-2016, 04:04 PM
FORGIVENESS IS A CONCERN FOR THE LIVING.
Arthas watched as the horse removed the snow from his body, his petite size must not offer much warmth. Arthas was not as big as a draft, but also not as petite as this arabian was. He had enough warmth to stand out in the cold for a night and not freeze to death, although being outside in the freezing weather was not high on his desires list. He gave a snort of annoyance as this stallion asked Arthas if he wanted a 'home sweet home' who does this horse think he is?he thought to himself, amazed a stallion would ask such a question to a random stag. For all he knew, Arthas could lunge and reach for his throat at any moment. Instead the andalusian took in a deep breath "I wouldnt have worded it like that, but yes I am looking for a herd" he spoke softly, slightly snarky.
As he finished speaking the stag had turned around and began walking off heading for the shelter of the trees. Arthas cocked his head, but relaxed as the stallion gestured for him to follow. Arthas gave a shrug and did as asked, followed the stag. Now offered warmth from the trees the two stags faced each other, he spoke his name Nymphetamie, what a weird name, a mouthful. I mean Arthas didnt have a common name, but not as odd as him. "Its Arthas, not Kidd" the stag snorted quickly correcting the other. "There is not much to say, I grew to old and was kicked out of my herd. I am now looking for another" the stag glanced not caring to share his life story with this stranger. "You? whats your herd like?" curious to the future life he could hold.
ARTHAS
OOC: yea of course, not problem!