06-06-2017, 07:17 PM
Krigare was not one for children, and as the foals stood in front of him begging to race, he found himself rather annoyed. The colts were eager to romp around with the stallion, he could tell. The way they fidgeted in place , tails switching excitedly was a dead give away.
With a chuckle the large stallion dropped his head to their level. The colts awaited his answer quietly.
"No."
His tone was firm, the joking smile that tugged at his lips settling into a straight line. The children's faces fell, as well as their movement. One began to beg, but noting Krigare's stone expression he led his friends off. Finally giving the stallion some peace and quiet.
Deep down Krigare was impressed that they even asked, for he wasnt very inviting.
He stood at a good 17 hands (tall for his breed), his pelt all dark browns and blacks, his long mane entagled with leaves and thorns from his previous forest abode. The only warm thing about Krigare was his eyes. The deep green mirroring the summer grass he stood upon now.
While Krigare did not quite know why he had come to the meadow , he was here. He stood quietly upon a hill, where he could watch others and not be bothered by anyone (well that was the plan at first).
Now that the foals had come and gone, he found himself itching to talk to someone for once. He scanned the meadows, trying to find someone he wished to talk to. Finding no one he simply sighed, maybe someone would come to him.
He set off, his long strides somehow graceful despite his size. His dark tail curled around his leg, the grass clinging to it eagerly, he muttered something of annoyance as it caught easily on bushes. (what a sight) His ears flicked from side to side as others called, chatting about themselves. He too wished to conversate with someone!
With a chuckle the large stallion dropped his head to their level. The colts awaited his answer quietly.
"No."
His tone was firm, the joking smile that tugged at his lips settling into a straight line. The children's faces fell, as well as their movement. One began to beg, but noting Krigare's stone expression he led his friends off. Finally giving the stallion some peace and quiet.
Deep down Krigare was impressed that they even asked, for he wasnt very inviting.
He stood at a good 17 hands (tall for his breed), his pelt all dark browns and blacks, his long mane entagled with leaves and thorns from his previous forest abode. The only warm thing about Krigare was his eyes. The deep green mirroring the summer grass he stood upon now.
While Krigare did not quite know why he had come to the meadow , he was here. He stood quietly upon a hill, where he could watch others and not be bothered by anyone (well that was the plan at first).
Now that the foals had come and gone, he found himself itching to talk to someone for once. He scanned the meadows, trying to find someone he wished to talk to. Finding no one he simply sighed, maybe someone would come to him.
He set off, his long strides somehow graceful despite his size. His dark tail curled around his leg, the grass clinging to it eagerly, he muttered something of annoyance as it caught easily on bushes. (what a sight) His ears flicked from side to side as others called, chatting about themselves. He too wished to conversate with someone!