04-25-2016, 01:25 AM
The dried, brown grass rippled around Art Noveau in a frozen frenzy as the wind blew. It's icy fingers gripped his silky black mane and he shivered. Art had traveled from a far off place; he had just turned three years old and consequently was kicked out of his mother's herd. It was no good to have two stallions around and Art had gotten a little bit too big for his britches. He had sought a fight with the alpha stallion, a rather fierce and hulking draft horse, and lost. Art had left with his tail between his legs and left to find better pastures.
He cantered beautifully into the field, showing off his extravagant movement to the other horses dotting the grass. He halted and let out a piercing whinny, calling all the attention to himself. He was good looking and he knew it. As far as he could see, there was no problem in flaunting it if you had it. A mare nearby glanced up at him and her expression changed to a sultry one as she realized what she was looking at. He found that she was staring and haughtily looked away.
Upon his solitary journey he had come to find out that he was not like other stallions. That mares... bored him. During his travels he had come across other stallions that, like him, had lost their battle with their leader and were also alone. For some reason, he had found himself inexplicably attracted. So Art, as he started his new life, hoped to express his true self and find his one love.
He cantered beautifully into the field, showing off his extravagant movement to the other horses dotting the grass. He halted and let out a piercing whinny, calling all the attention to himself. He was good looking and he knew it. As far as he could see, there was no problem in flaunting it if you had it. A mare nearby glanced up at him and her expression changed to a sultry one as she realized what she was looking at. He found that she was staring and haughtily looked away.
Upon his solitary journey he had come to find out that he was not like other stallions. That mares... bored him. During his travels he had come across other stallions that, like him, had lost their battle with their leader and were also alone. For some reason, he had found himself inexplicably attracted. So Art, as he started his new life, hoped to express his true self and find his one love.