06-21-2016, 10:47 AM
ANDRAS
Son of Archam X Morigan
Andras was young in age, almost a year old, although he often times ventured out of the herd lands. His father was always out and about with his own tasks, and it was easy for his mother to lose sight of him. Having to keep tabs on him and his twin brother Francois was a daunting task, they were almost a year old so it was easiest to just let the two off on there own adventures.
Andras had never been to the playground, but he heard of it from his older siblings. He yearned for companionship outside of his bloodline, aside from the mares all the foals were related to him. Was it so hard to find a friend that was not his sister or brother, it was bad enough he had a twin brother who always wanted to be with him. It was true, there were inseparable on most days, but sometimes Andras just needed his space from Francois. His little legs carried him as fast as they would until he broke through the grounds he saw to be the playground. There were a few foals around his age hanging around, but they all seemed to already be in conversation. He moved to a more quiet space, the grass was overgrown and no one was within earshot. He gave a snort and gazed off looking for someone to befriend, someone he could befriend on his own, that wasn't forced by bloodline.
His head was held high, the proud stallion he would grow into. His horn glistened in the sunlight, he was the only foal in his herd lands that was physically traited and maybe he could find someone like him out here. His twin brother did not have a horn like him, although the stag did have odd purple coloring on him, like his mother did. He has heard of the possibilities these lands offered, and maybe he would be lucky enough to meet someone else just like him.
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