As free as the wind and the birds that soar in it
He lifted his head at the sound of another, his ears flicked to the right with his head following.
A small petite mare, she had a dark body with a beautiful teal mane and a purple tail. Odd coloring for sure, but he could not move his gaze from her, she introduced herself as Irk, and odd name to match her coloring. She asked his name and what brought him out in the night.
Perhaps he was rude for staring so intently, like she was the last meal he should have. He shook his head to find her gaze to hold a conversation My name is Loken, I try to spend as little time in my fathers herd as possible. he spoke truthfully, he did not care for the herd life, he did not understand how his father kept up with so many mares. So many feelings to tend to, so many children every year. Loken was lucky to have been born when he was, only him and his sister stayed around even though a total of four were born that season. If it was up to his mother he would have vanished the day he was born, but his father refused to let her take him. He ignored the thoughts in his head returning his attention to the mare before him. He was curious to where she was from, a brave mare to approach an almost mature colt at night.
Loken
Son of Archam x LightningFlame
