all of us have a hero and a villain in us
It was a beautiful day today, usually the sun was hidden from clouds and rarely peeked out to offer warmth, although today it made an appearance. Archam figured he would visit the field with hopes to court a mare into his herd lands. The large bay roan brute departed the cobblestone and after a couple of hours of strolling he found himself in the field.
It was covered in snow, and the open area was all one color, aside from the few horses wondering, and the pine trees that stayed green all year round. He found himself in the heart of the field, were he stood at a standstill scanning for a new face. With every breath he took, small clouds exited his nares (his breath), his head turning only to find familiar faces; until he spotted someone new. Almost passing the mare as she blended with the winter snow, now shes a beautiful lass he thought to himself. The mare was young in age, but old enough to court. The roan stag picked up a casual trot and made his way over, following beside the hoof prints she left.
Allowing a quiet nicker out, notifying the mare of his presence, as he was a few paces away from her he watched as she choked down the winter grass, unfortunately that is what most horses had to do during the winter. He was curious to how long she had been in the field "Hey there, I'm Archam, might I ask your name?" he said with a smile.
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