01-13-2016, 04:58 PM
The wind was cool here, he liked it. He’d come from a much warmer region where a short gallop built up a thick lather, it wasn’t ideal. This place was much more amenable. The land was so lush, in fact, that he was going to have to watch the temptation to over eat and end up some grass bloated heffer - which certainly would impede on his good looks. Neck arched and head held in place, Firetrap huffed heavily and set out to a nice empty part of the plains. It wasn’t that he didn’t like other horses, oh no, definitely not that. It was more that the stallion didn’t quite fit in with the other colts - normally that was.
He got himself into a lot of trouble because of it, but what else could he do? He wasn’t going to fight his disposition. He would just … keep shifting herds until he found the right place where the other stallions didn’t mind seeing him appreciating them. The other issue came when he, naturally, got his fair share of attention from the mares and some of the stallions were less than keen to see that. Another stallion puffing up on their turf? Never ideal. The girls always seemed quite keen on him. Yes, he was sans horns or wings or any of that extra, showy regalia, but he was handsome and not to mention that he had a sort of swagger the other stallions didn’t. The problem came when he got attention from the other stallions - or, more specifically, when they mistook the blond, and rather prissy looking stallion for a mare. That usually raised an issue. He was confident to boot, there was no second guessing of his own status. He was young, single and strong enough to handle his own if he needed to. Sure he was no super stallion, but he knew enough to get by and keep himself from getting fatally wounded (so far at least, and Firetrap would call that a success).
The chestnut flicked his tail and found himself a nice, vacant patch of ground where he wasn’t ‘intruding’ on anything in particular and began to graze. He may have had his attention on the grass, but he could hear enough to know if anyone - mare or stallion were approaching.
He got himself into a lot of trouble because of it, but what else could he do? He wasn’t going to fight his disposition. He would just … keep shifting herds until he found the right place where the other stallions didn’t mind seeing him appreciating them. The other issue came when he, naturally, got his fair share of attention from the mares and some of the stallions were less than keen to see that. Another stallion puffing up on their turf? Never ideal. The girls always seemed quite keen on him. Yes, he was sans horns or wings or any of that extra, showy regalia, but he was handsome and not to mention that he had a sort of swagger the other stallions didn’t. The problem came when he got attention from the other stallions - or, more specifically, when they mistook the blond, and rather prissy looking stallion for a mare. That usually raised an issue. He was confident to boot, there was no second guessing of his own status. He was young, single and strong enough to handle his own if he needed to. Sure he was no super stallion, but he knew enough to get by and keep himself from getting fatally wounded (so far at least, and Firetrap would call that a success).
The chestnut flicked his tail and found himself a nice, vacant patch of ground where he wasn’t ‘intruding’ on anything in particular and began to graze. He may have had his attention on the grass, but he could hear enough to know if anyone - mare or stallion were approaching.