He was not good at this. Actually, he was terrible at this. He had run amok for so long, enjoying his childish, bachelor life, that he simply did not know how to be an adult. He didn’t feel any allure from the kingdoms, quite opposite his regal ancestors, and didn’t understand how to run a herd either. Yet, after so many years, he knew that custom dictated he choose one or the other, and the latter seemed more enticing.
However, his batting average for mares was incredible. Incredibly bad.
Apparently he was quite repulsive.
Thus, he had no idea why he ventured to the field again. Perhaps he was a glutton for rejection. He had nothing special to offer – no traits to grant, like the kingdoms, nor a handsome stud with a vibrant herd, like the other males. Yet, he had found quite a fun friend in one trek, and he supposed, that was enough encouragement to push him back in. He rather liked friends.
But unfortunately, it seemed that the vast majority of horses here were already engrossed in conversations, and he steered clearly out of their vicinities. The recruiters, so serious and mature, frightened him. The hot shot stallions were too intimidating as well. In fact, if he could wander invisibly, he would have. Yet, although he could easily accomplish that, he felt like it would draw more attention than he desired, and so, he found himself wandering as a normal horse instead.
Today though, the field was especially busy, much to the tobiano stallion’s disdain. Having exhausted the extent of the clearing, he was en route to disappear back into the shadows of the forest when he spied a cream shape not far from his path. She was quite lovely, he noted, knowing that it would not take much time before she’d be hounded by a swarm of eager recruiters and love-sick stallions. Yet, as he was just about to continue his retreat and place her out of mind, his gaze settled on the streaks of dark crimson that decorated her cremello coat.
His ears pricked and he gave a small snort, his curiosity growing. His gaze flew back to the comforting shadows of the forest, but he found himself diverting his path to approach her instead. He had come within a couple yards when she began to shake and kick, and he quickly stopped in response. At first, he thought it had been a warning for him to shoo, but he supposed she might have been batting at a fly instead. He tilted his head as he watched, and as soon as her movement ceased, found himself nickering to her in greeting. “Did you get it?” he asked, a small smile appearing on his lips as he spoke.
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