It hadn’t taken him long to come to a decision regarding the Mourning Mountains. The hole left by Gryffen’s disappearance needs to be filled, and who better to fill it, than his own, dear son …
But first he needs mares. He already has one foolish wanderer trapped against her will, but one mare does not make a herd. He needs more - more mares to carry on his line and his father’s line.
So naturally he has come to the field. The pickings are slim today - most of the mares present have already been snapped up by recruiters and other stallions - but it does not take him overly long to discover a mare that has yet to be approached. And what a mare it is.
The dark creature is all skin and bone, as if someone had taken a skeleton and simply stretched a thin hide over it. She is horrifying to look at, and yet entrancing at the same time. She looks as if she should be on death’s door, but there is health there that should be impossible. Of course, she is still weak, but there are advantages to that too.
He must have her.
He does not hide as he approaches, instead boldly fastening his red eyes on her body in open appreciation. He does not shy away from her strangeness - he embraces it. He stops when he is a respectful distance away, but he cannot help the smile that crawls across his face. “What’s a beautiful mare like you doing here all by yourself?”
ZAYN
I'm an ugly mess