all of us have a hero and a villain in us
Archam took a stroll in the field as he normally would, he had a herd with five mares and was ready to expand as breeding season was on them. He scanned the horizon of mares to find a petite blue roan mare. A smile grew on his face as she was beautiful, although her ears were pinned back and she was on guard. He enjoyed a challenge and was willing to put the effort in to court the mare.
He gave a small nicker and picked up a trot over to her, he stopped a few paces away from her, ensuring she was given the space she asked for. "Hello dear, my name is Archam, are you looking for a herd?" the stallion wasted no time getting to the point, he wanted her in his herd. His head was held high, in pride. He was much of a gentleman with his mares, he didn't get along with stallions, but always treated his mares with respect. The autumn breeze lifted his mane off his neck, sweeping his tail with it; only to gently lay them back in place.
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