I'm just a poor, wayfaring stranger ;;

The young masculine found himself bored already, and he just got here it seemed. He felt as if he needed so much information that he wasnt receiving. Seems as if he would have to go out and look for what he needed to know. Everything was confusing him, but for now he would do what he knew how to do already, and that was to resume being a normal horse. A normal stallion with regular stallion needs. He still had to find himself a place to call home, but this area, the VISTAS, seemed safe enough for him to wander about in the meantime. A deep sigh erupted from within his chest as he looked around the topography. The sun was strong today as the beams shone through the trees, bouncing off his shiny coat. He was a rather large mogul, and he liked to think of himself as somewhat good looking. Boosting his ego at the thought of himself, he tossed his mane about playfully. Man, this was boring.

He stood in the center of the field, making himself an easy target for anybody who had reached his boredom level. Above all, he hoped to run into someone who was ready to give him information, who just might possibly need him as much as he needed the guidance of someone else. At least until he learned the ways of these lands and could strive without the help of anybody else. Vulnerable is what he was this moment. He knew next to nothing about HOOF PRINCE, and knew no leaders as of yet. Nobody had really offered him a place to stay or much of anything else as of yet.