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[Krigare]

It had been many years since he had  been accompanied by someone. Since he was with Senate come to think of it. He had only fond memories of the pale stag, his vibrant stories, and a laugh that echoed throughout the trees they pranced under. For his entire life the equine was the closest and only thing Krigare had to a brother. Though not all good things may last and they parted ways, leaving Krigare alone. 

Amazingly, the dark stallion found this incredibly hard. He no longer got to hear his friends stories, or laugh at his jokes. He barely made jokes at all. For he had no one to joke with. 

So Krigare walked forward.His hooves crushed the earth as he walked, faintly aware of the presence that trailed him. Whilst he was looking for companionship he was not looking for a shadow. So he continued on, allowing the equine to try and catch up to him. He could see her out of the corner of his light eyes, a small mare with markings he had seen only twice before. She was  pretty he supposed, pale with the exception of her black chest and crown. 

He was slightly taken aback when she spoke. Had he really seemed that scary? Thinking on it for a moment, he grunted. He must have. The dark coat mixed with the messy mane and tail...not too pretty. Had she said something about his eyes? The green that his mother had long adored, noticed by someone else? Krigare stopped walking. He turned to face the mare, taking her in fully. He could feel the tall grass below him waving on his legs, the wind blowing his dark forelock into his face as he breathed, studying the horse  before him.

She was shorter when he looked her head on, his  eyes trailing downward to look at her forwardly. How was he to respond to such an interesting statement. He had so many questions for the mare.
He was intrigued at the least. He had not expected someone to approach him quite honestly. Yet here someone stood, speaking to him. He assumed she wanted to speak with him, she had after all followed him for a bit, finally speaking. He snorted as he thought of what to say. 

After a moment his ears flicked sideways, brows furrowing as he squinted. If she wanted to speak then he would comply. After all, he had nothing better to do. Besides, if she turned out to be boring or annoying he could leave. 

Hoping she would be as intriguing as she looked he finally spoke after minutes of silence.

"Who are you?"

He drawled , r rolling as he watched her. His head dropped to her level as he spoke, eyes now even with her own. He was just close enough to where if he reached out enough he could touch her (though he wouldnt). As he stood there, the wind gradually picked up, his tail now wrapped securely around his leg, the silvery scars that mapped them peaking out. The scars wrapped up his legs, and very few tainted his muzzle. They were details one didnt see right away. Though if you were to look closer there was no way you could miss them. He was remembering their cause now, ears pinning at the thought.