all of us have a hero and a villain in us
Archam stood silently in the forest, he awaited an entry of any horse. He already had a mare to claim and was no interested in claiming a territory for them, He would not court another mare until he could do so.
Shortly after his wish came true, a bay and salmon pointed mare came walking through. He watched as the mare was at peace, carelessly walking through the forest. She viewed upon the now dying forest, The leaves were falling from the trees, the flowers did not fully bloom. Soon enough the grass would be covered with nothing but white snow. He moved from his spot that he stayed cover into the opening were the mare was. The way she walked freely had him wondering if she was of importance. Perhaps she had one of these kingdoms. He had been stalking these areas closely and came to find there was multiple kingdoms, horses of all kinds gathered here, but they were not all together. There was different kingdoms and herds, keeping the horses on edge when they ran into one another. Archam had no scent of a land, just his own from a distance away.
He approached the mare with his head held high, the bay roan flicked his tail irritated with the last of the insects that stayed, biting away at his quarters. "Good Morning, how are you on this morning?" he asked with a grin, his eyes gazed over the mare before he drew back to her face. "My name is Archam, I come from a land far from here" he introduced himself, not intending to be rude. He hoped this mare was as he thought, high on the food chain, and could offer him a home in her lands.
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