04-27-2018, 07:56 PM
Arthas
As usual it is not long before he runs into another equine, he can see off in the distant a winged palomino. Although this one is different, this horses mane does not flow down to its shoulder, no his mane stuck up tall. He prods over and as he grows closer he spots the colts fangs odd he thinks to himself. He was young, barely older than a year. This was an impressionable time in a young horses life, they are mold-able. He is curious of the kingdom he left, if any, and what it was he was doing out here.
Hey there His voice is deep, speaking when he is a few paces away. His head dips in a greeting and he comes to a halt My name is Arthas, King of Loess, what are you out in the forest for? Arthas inquires, his head turns to gaze the horizon. It was rather peaceful to be wandering in the woods, and perhaps that is all this colt was attempting to do.
He cocks his hind leg to relax as he converses with the palomino. It was odd because for the first time speaking with a stranger he did not feel on edge. Perhaps it was because the colt was younger, and he would be able to hold his own against him with no issues. But at the same time it was nice to be able to converse with a young mind, was he still naive? Did he still hold his innocence, looking to get stronger? Perhaps wanting to be apart of something bigger. He was so young, his story was still unwritten, it lured Arthas in, he wanted to be able to help mold the colt into a fine stallion.
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