08-05-2016, 07:43 AM
Garreth
When the tall, muscular Fresian stallion entered the kingdom of ice, he felt a wave of contentment wash over him. Memories, painful, yet satisfying, flooded his brain. Memories of playing in the snow with his father. Memories of his father saying "I love you, I'm proud of you," while standing in that same snow.
But Garreth feared his father would not be proud of him now. He'd made a mistake. He'd run away from becoming king of their herd after his father had died. This was Garreth's biggest fear - that his father would never be proud of him. So he'd start a new life for himself. He would become a member of the kingdom of Tundra. He would be perfect, so his father could look down from the heavens and say "I'm proud of you" once more.
There he was, standing on land covered in snow. There weren't many trees, and Garreth did not exactly blend in with is jet black, glossy pelt and thick, tall, muscular figure. Garreth had a sudden urge to run, and he did. The cold wind brushed his face and his long, curly forelock fell in his face. Which normally didn't matter. But now, with his vision impaired, he hit something up ahead. Blowing his forelock out of his mane, he realized he stood nose to nose with a small, raven-haired mare.
Garreth was blushing profusely. "I am so, so sorry, madam. Are you okay?" Then he realized they were not alone. He turned his body so he could view both the small mare he'd collided into, and the large, muscular Fresian mare, who looked a lot like him, except with more refined, pretty features. "Hello to you both, and I apologize for the intrusion." He bowed. "I am Garreth. And you two lovely ladies are..?"
But Garreth feared his father would not be proud of him now. He'd made a mistake. He'd run away from becoming king of their herd after his father had died. This was Garreth's biggest fear - that his father would never be proud of him. So he'd start a new life for himself. He would become a member of the kingdom of Tundra. He would be perfect, so his father could look down from the heavens and say "I'm proud of you" once more.
There he was, standing on land covered in snow. There weren't many trees, and Garreth did not exactly blend in with is jet black, glossy pelt and thick, tall, muscular figure. Garreth had a sudden urge to run, and he did. The cold wind brushed his face and his long, curly forelock fell in his face. Which normally didn't matter. But now, with his vision impaired, he hit something up ahead. Blowing his forelock out of his mane, he realized he stood nose to nose with a small, raven-haired mare.
Garreth was blushing profusely. "I am so, so sorry, madam. Are you okay?" Then he realized they were not alone. He turned his body so he could view both the small mare he'd collided into, and the large, muscular Fresian mare, who looked a lot like him, except with more refined, pretty features. "Hello to you both, and I apologize for the intrusion." He bowed. "I am Garreth. And you two lovely ladies are..?"
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