05-13-2016, 06:14 PM
He has a place in mind now. He’s spent the past few days travelling about the herdlands, keeping an eye out for those territories, and he’d come across the perfect spot …
Paradise Beach.
Considering the beauty of the territory he really hadn’t expected it to still be free. It just feels like … fate. To have the chance to start a herd in his childhood home - it feels like the world is telling him that he’s on the right path. The only problem is that he doesn’t have any mares. Yet.
The speckled stallion stalks into the field, brown eyes picking through the gathered horses. His eyes momentarily rest on a silvered mare with a horn sticking out of her forehead. He can’t help but sneer. There’s more and more of the damn traited everywhere these days. Can’t go anywhere without running into them these days.
His eyes continue to scan through the little groups of horses, until finally they come to rest on a blue roan mare … and a familiar arabian. He smirks. Fancy seeing her here again. Probably on a recruiting mission. His eyes switch back to the roan, analyzing for a moment. She’s a pretty thing with a kind face, and more importantly, no obvious traits. Of course, a lack of physical traits doesn’t mean she’s completely untraited, but it’s a good start.
Smiling broadly, he approaches the two mares and stops a respectful distance away. “Hello there! I’m Szeth! How are the both of you today?” He nods briefly to the arabian, though he doesn’t say anything else. She hadn’t introduced herself the last time they’d run into each other, so there’s little else he can say anyway.
Paradise Beach.
Considering the beauty of the territory he really hadn’t expected it to still be free. It just feels like … fate. To have the chance to start a herd in his childhood home - it feels like the world is telling him that he’s on the right path. The only problem is that he doesn’t have any mares. Yet.
The speckled stallion stalks into the field, brown eyes picking through the gathered horses. His eyes momentarily rest on a silvered mare with a horn sticking out of her forehead. He can’t help but sneer. There’s more and more of the damn traited everywhere these days. Can’t go anywhere without running into them these days.
His eyes continue to scan through the little groups of horses, until finally they come to rest on a blue roan mare … and a familiar arabian. He smirks. Fancy seeing her here again. Probably on a recruiting mission. His eyes switch back to the roan, analyzing for a moment. She’s a pretty thing with a kind face, and more importantly, no obvious traits. Of course, a lack of physical traits doesn’t mean she’s completely untraited, but it’s a good start.
Smiling broadly, he approaches the two mares and stops a respectful distance away. “Hello there! I’m Szeth! How are the both of you today?” He nods briefly to the arabian, though he doesn’t say anything else. She hadn’t introduced herself the last time they’d run into each other, so there’s little else he can say anyway.
szeth
absolute power corrupts absolutely