Things did not always pan out the way the brutish stallion wished that they would, but sometimes even during those times they turned out to be much sweeter than he had ever imagined. He'd had his eyes set greedily upon a gorgeous flaxen chestnut, young, strong, and full of innocence. The doll would have made an excellent addition to his growing herd if only his attempt to swipe her away from that pale beast that guarded her wouldn't have been thwarted. Rhaego had been angry and vengeful. True he'd never tried to steal a mare on his own before... not without the aid of his bachelor brothers to create a diversion, but somehow he was sure that he could have done better than that and not get caught. He'd taken to the meadows to lick to wounded pride only to lay his brooding eyes upon a stunning beauty. The pearly windswept locks that danced along the light breeze as she had walked through the meadow and the brilliant golden glow of her dun pelt had been enough to convince him that she would be his - of that he would be sure.

The icing on the cake (the most delectable cake!) had been discovering where the angel resided, none other than under the leadership of the very same stallion that had put him in the spiteful mood to begin with. Such an unfortunate turn of events for the golden mare that he planned to take home... for it was then that the Dale's king decided that even though he wanted the dove for himself, there was a far better opportunity to be taken. Perhaps if it had not been for that, the event that occurred in the Meadow may not have been quite so traumatic for the sweet mare - perhaps he would have taken his time with her, fed her more white lies or whatever it took to get what he wanted... surely he would have been able to steal her away then and there, far away from the watchful eyes of her so-called guardian. But the revenge would be too sweet to send her home damaged, broken, and carrying his young... something he'd already wanted to do since first laying eyes on her. Revenge was best served cold and he could think of no better way to send a message.

However after the smugness of this victory had wore off of his broad face (though not really), Rhaego still longed to have the golden dove for himself. The message had been good and delivered... and true to his words, he would take what he wanted. This time he'd taken his time, studying and looking for the opportune moment to sneak in and his patience had paid off monumentally. Not only did he bring home the beauty from the Meadow, but also their newborn son, Arakh. The stallion wished that perhaps he would have acted a little sooner, so that the colt would have been born in his rightful home, but really Rhaego was so thoroughly pleased with the outcome that he was not as bothered with this fact.

Seeing his own flesh and blood in the form of a strong and healthy colt who resembled himself so much made Rhaego possibly the proudest and smuggest parent alive. Arakh was a sharp and smart colt - a quick and eager learner who carried that same drive to dominate and go his own way as Rhaego himself did. There were definitely traits though that were not his own - Arakh seemed more conscious, concerned of the feelings of those around him, how his actions affected other horses and animals, obviously doings of his mother and her stories. Bloody hell, there'd even been a time that the colt had even said 'Mother told me another story this morning, Father. About the day Ichiro fought off a herdless stallion who tried to say Paraiso was his and nearly got away with it... wanna hear it?' Let's just say it was a good thing they had been alone then, for it may not have been quite so easy for Rhaego to rein in the fierce aneurysm-causing anger as quickly as he did, not quite so embarrassing and flustering as it would have been if Sun Ray had been there. It had only been young and learning Arakh... teachable Arakh. And so Rhaego shared his own stories of Ichiro with Arakh - of how he had left his mother vulnerable and unattended in the Meadow and how easily it'd been to sneak him and his mother from beneath the stallion's nose... after having been warned and knowing that Rhaego had an interest in Sun Ray. Ichiro was not much of a stallion at all if he could hold on to his land and not his mares.

Speaking of which... there was his treasure now. The broody and thoughtful expression melts smoothly into a cocky simper, a breath of contentment heaved through his nostrils. He never tired of letting his dark umber gaze caress her silken and elegant curves; they spoke of another land, warmer and more exotic than the Dale. Her pelt stayed sleeker than his and even now when the bitter cold of winter lingered on the horizon, her coat was not as thick as it probably should have been. She was beautiful though despite this and the loathing glares that she gave him, almost like now when she turns her dished faced to his approach. A deep, gravelly chuckle erupts from the hessian as he saunters towards her, humor brightening his face at her reaction to him. Sidling up alongside her, the stallion reached his frosted muzzle over to caress her smooth pelt in admiration. "Still the sour face, sweet? I thought maybe you'd change your mind and thank me for saving you from a stallion whom hasn't bothered to defend you...."