04-05-2016, 03:31 PM
Hasenel made his way through a thick and quiet forest, having spent the last several days exploring the new land he had entered. This place was nothing like the homeland he had left, a place of little grass and other green things, a place scorched almost entirely by the sun.
It was a near miracle his kingdom had survived there for so many years, and Hasenel was the first in the royal line to leave it behind. With three elder brothers controlling the large quantity of mares, he saw with logic and sorrow that he must leave, in order to have his own chance to rule. And what's more impressive... He'd thought to himself. Taking over a kingdom already formed, or setting out to begin one?
Through the trees ahead, Hasenel could see a sunny field beginning to appear. Spring had now come, and the snow near the field was less than what he had been traveling through for a while. Many hoof prints had flattened the white, silly substance, and the smell of other horses was tantalizingly strong.
When the stallion reached the edge of the trees, he stepped only half way out, his head held high and his ears pricked. Other horses were minding their own business a little ways off, and just as he had decided to approach them, a sudden sound caused his head to turn and muscles to tense. Out of nowhere, it seemed, a mare had appeared only several feet away from him. Hasenel blinked, unsure of how he had missed her presence before, being as close as she was.
Quickly, however, he regained himself. "Hello," he said, his voice strong. "What would a mare like you be doing here, alone?"
It was a near miracle his kingdom had survived there for so many years, and Hasenel was the first in the royal line to leave it behind. With three elder brothers controlling the large quantity of mares, he saw with logic and sorrow that he must leave, in order to have his own chance to rule. And what's more impressive... He'd thought to himself. Taking over a kingdom already formed, or setting out to begin one?
Through the trees ahead, Hasenel could see a sunny field beginning to appear. Spring had now come, and the snow near the field was less than what he had been traveling through for a while. Many hoof prints had flattened the white, silly substance, and the smell of other horses was tantalizingly strong.
When the stallion reached the edge of the trees, he stepped only half way out, his head held high and his ears pricked. Other horses were minding their own business a little ways off, and just as he had decided to approach them, a sudden sound caused his head to turn and muscles to tense. Out of nowhere, it seemed, a mare had appeared only several feet away from him. Hasenel blinked, unsure of how he had missed her presence before, being as close as she was.
Quickly, however, he regained himself. "Hello," he said, his voice strong. "What would a mare like you be doing here, alone?"