He’s been feeling rather bored lately. The Chamber is quiet at the moment, building its power for the looming battle. And the Mourning Mountains … the Mourning Mountains are disappointing. He still has yet to bring another mare into his little herd, and it’s beginning to frustrate him. What kind of herd stallion is he if he barely has any mares?
Had his father experienced these sort of difficulties? He doubts it. From what he knows of Gryffen, the stallion hadn’t let anything get in his way. If he’d wanted something, he’d simply gone out to get it.
And yet Zayn is having so much trouble doing that exact same thing.
Today he’s decided to, momentarily, give the field a rest. He’s tired of being spurned by foolish little mares that run off to other kingdoms with the tiniest offer. Instead, he’s come to the forest to … he’s not exactly sure what.
He weaves his way through the trees, enjoying, for once, the quiet and the dark. He doesn’t meet anyone and for a while thinks that he must be alone in the woods. Who else would risk this place in the dead of night after all?
But then, as he rounds a particularly large oak, something moves in a weak ray of starlight. A mare.
How fortuitous.
He stays still for a moment, watching. She’s rather a pretty thing - red, with fetching teal points. And, most unusually, marked with green and red scars on her cheek. How very interesting.
His curiosity is peaked and finally he steps forward, red eyes peering out of the gloom. He probably strikes a creepy figure with his bright red eyes and pale coat, but he doesn’t intend her any harm. Not yet anyway. He just wants to know why such a beautiful young thing is walking around by herself in the woods in the dead of night. “Hello there. What brings you to the forest so late at night?”
ZAYN
I'm an ugly mess
Arrgh not the best post, but it's a start.