04-10-2016, 09:56 PM
FORGIVENESS IS A CONCERN FOR THE LIVING.
The stallion lowered his head, inhaling the scent the grass gave off. He took a mouthful of the chilled grass lifting his head up to chew. He turned his gaze to the mare as she asked if he had any kin, he swallowed his snack, turning his head to itch his right shoulder, the pesky night critters wouldn't leave him alone. He slowly return his head and gaze to the mare "No, I haven't. Have you had a foal?" the stallion asked curiously. Perhaps he was late in the game by having no kin, but he hadn't found a need for a kin, all he wanted in his last herd was to take his fathers position. Being banned all he wanted from the chambers was to progress in his position here. He also was rather new and had little interaction with the others, for the most part.
ARTHAS