06-13-2017, 01:29 AM
Even though Aten had grown to love Taiga with all his heart, at times, the young stallion did want to go off at times and do a little exploring. His foal hood curiosity had never left. This trait proved helpful, since most of Aten's curiosity drew him to the field. Most of the time, he wasn't looking for any particular horses in general, since he didn't really know how to approach them to see if they wanted to come to the Taiga.
It couldn't really be as simple as walking up and saying 'Hey I've got this really neat home and I'm sure you'll love it. Why don't you come check it out?' right? Even Aten had taken the initiative, venturing to the Taiga himself to see if he would be accepted. He'd been lucky, taken in by Jinju and Ruan; their kind souls had accepted him into the kingdom, and now, he was a resident, able to live peacefully and help protect the members of Taiga who had given him a home.
So, Aten started figuring he could return the favor. He didn't know if he'd be any good at recruiting, but he could try his damnedest. So, one day, Aten left the Taiga territory, heading out in the direction of the Field. With each step he took away, the marks seemed to burn a little more. He, of course, didn't blame Jinju for whatever had caused such a violent reaction, but that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to hurt. He was slowly getting used to the pain each day, but it was definitely a process.
Speaking of the dark mare... of his friend... much like any horse with good eyes, Aten had taken notice of her figure lately. He had to admit, when he first met Jinju, he did think she was pretty. He didn't know if was developing concrete feelings for her, only that what he was possibly feeling was more than friendship. But then, when he started seeing signs of her growing belly, the stallion couldn't deny he was jealous of whatever bachelor had won her heart.
Aten did think about Jinju on his way to the Field, but once he got there, he did his best to push thoughts of her away. The beautiful sight before him always made him happy; he didn't want any negative thoughts hampering him, not when this place brought him joy. The summer grasses stretched out for miles, various cliques of stallions and mares grazing and wandering about, trying to get each other's attention.
But Aten didn't want to busy himself with the large groups of mares, not when he was doing this for the first time pretty much. So, instead, his brown eyes scanned the valley before him, trying to see what could catch his attention.
The waterfall did of course, but it was what lied beneath it that caught the stallion's eye. A lone horse, by the looks of it. Perhaps Aten could try approaching this one? See how he'd handle recruiting?
The golden stallion made his way over to the lake underneath the waterfall, spotting more detail about the horse as he went. He couldn't yet tell if it was a mare or a gelding, but did note that the horse possessed a dapple gray coat with a silver-colored mane and tail. Much more vibrant than his own golden coloring, if Aten was being honest.
When he got close enough to the horse - a mare, now he could tell - he spoke in a soft voice, wanting to get her attention since he was approaching from an angle that she wasn't facing; her attention seemed to be on the other cliques of horses grazing on the summer grasses.
"Hello there," the golden stallion spoke calmly, "Wonderful day out in the Field, isn't it? Are you here by yourself today? Or are you perhaps searching for a friend?"
While he was speaking, the stallion's eyes searched the mare, picking out details. She was a slender being, but had enough muscle that she could probably hold her own in a fight. She had the typical characteristics of an Arabian, something that Aten made her look rather pretty in comparison to his stocky golden Quarter Horse build, even if he'd inherited his sire's height. If Jinju and other mares had taught him anything though, it was to never underestimate them. He was fairly certain this mare had some bite to her if the wrong thing was said, so he made sure to choose his words carefully.
It couldn't really be as simple as walking up and saying 'Hey I've got this really neat home and I'm sure you'll love it. Why don't you come check it out?' right? Even Aten had taken the initiative, venturing to the Taiga himself to see if he would be accepted. He'd been lucky, taken in by Jinju and Ruan; their kind souls had accepted him into the kingdom, and now, he was a resident, able to live peacefully and help protect the members of Taiga who had given him a home.
So, Aten started figuring he could return the favor. He didn't know if he'd be any good at recruiting, but he could try his damnedest. So, one day, Aten left the Taiga territory, heading out in the direction of the Field. With each step he took away, the marks seemed to burn a little more. He, of course, didn't blame Jinju for whatever had caused such a violent reaction, but that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to hurt. He was slowly getting used to the pain each day, but it was definitely a process.
Speaking of the dark mare... of his friend... much like any horse with good eyes, Aten had taken notice of her figure lately. He had to admit, when he first met Jinju, he did think she was pretty. He didn't know if was developing concrete feelings for her, only that what he was possibly feeling was more than friendship. But then, when he started seeing signs of her growing belly, the stallion couldn't deny he was jealous of whatever bachelor had won her heart.
Aten did think about Jinju on his way to the Field, but once he got there, he did his best to push thoughts of her away. The beautiful sight before him always made him happy; he didn't want any negative thoughts hampering him, not when this place brought him joy. The summer grasses stretched out for miles, various cliques of stallions and mares grazing and wandering about, trying to get each other's attention.
But Aten didn't want to busy himself with the large groups of mares, not when he was doing this for the first time pretty much. So, instead, his brown eyes scanned the valley before him, trying to see what could catch his attention.
The waterfall did of course, but it was what lied beneath it that caught the stallion's eye. A lone horse, by the looks of it. Perhaps Aten could try approaching this one? See how he'd handle recruiting?
The golden stallion made his way over to the lake underneath the waterfall, spotting more detail about the horse as he went. He couldn't yet tell if it was a mare or a gelding, but did note that the horse possessed a dapple gray coat with a silver-colored mane and tail. Much more vibrant than his own golden coloring, if Aten was being honest.
When he got close enough to the horse - a mare, now he could tell - he spoke in a soft voice, wanting to get her attention since he was approaching from an angle that she wasn't facing; her attention seemed to be on the other cliques of horses grazing on the summer grasses.
"Hello there," the golden stallion spoke calmly, "Wonderful day out in the Field, isn't it? Are you here by yourself today? Or are you perhaps searching for a friend?"
While he was speaking, the stallion's eyes searched the mare, picking out details. She was a slender being, but had enough muscle that she could probably hold her own in a fight. She had the typical characteristics of an Arabian, something that Aten made her look rather pretty in comparison to his stocky golden Quarter Horse build, even if he'd inherited his sire's height. If Jinju and other mares had taught him anything though, it was to never underestimate them. He was fairly certain this mare had some bite to her if the wrong thing was said, so he made sure to choose his words carefully.