all of us have a hero and a villain in us
The seasons are changing once again, the leaves are now all on the ground, the grass is over grown, and the days are getting colder. He was once again out in the field looking to expand his herd. As he made his way to the entrance of the field he looked around, horses were still there but not as many as usual. It was breeding season and the horses left in pairs only to part ways after breeding season. He scanned the horizon spotting a blue mare; he has seen a lot of different types of horses, horses of all different colors. But he cannot recall seeing a blue horse like her, well at least not as stunning.
She was to beautiful to not introduce himself to, he picked up a trot and swayed his way over to the mare, giving a low nicker as he neared her. Slowing to a halt he dipped his head to her before speaking "Hello, I'm Archam; and you are?" he asked, his bay roan pelt looked darker in the cold seasons when the sun was hidden. Her pelt was a perfect blue, not as light as the sky, not as dark as water, not an eye sore. He would love to have her join his herd, be his mare. His ears flicked forward with interest, his heard beat a little bit faster. was he actually nervous approaching this mare?
archam
