He was born in beqanna with a twin who has since gone seperate ways. He remained a silent nomad over the past few years. He decided now was as good a time as any to make an appearance, to come out of his hiding.
He was a stallion now, no longer a mere child having fun with his sister with no worry in the world. Now that he was older he had to be aware of the malicious plans some equines have. He was a rather calm stag, he had no interest in politics, perhaps all he truly wanted was friendship. He missed his dearest sister, even though they were twins it was abnormal to remain near each other for there entire lives.
He finds himself in a familiar place, the meadow. He casually moves through the meadow, he scans for an equine of interest to converse with. He could not find any and instead decides to wait for another to approach. His two tusks that poke out from his mouth make him stand out, surely someone will grow interested enough to approach him on this cool autumn night.
He was a stallion now, no longer a mere child having fun with his sister with no worry in the world. Now that he was older he had to be aware of the malicious plans some equines have. He was a rather calm stag, he had no interest in politics, perhaps all he truly wanted was friendship. He missed his dearest sister, even though they were twins it was abnormal to remain near each other for there entire lives.
He finds himself in a familiar place, the meadow. He casually moves through the meadow, he scans for an equine of interest to converse with. He could not find any and instead decides to wait for another to approach. His two tusks that poke out from his mouth make him stand out, surely someone will grow interested enough to approach him on this cool autumn night.