Common

He had much to prove to prove to the world, to Xiomara, and to his father. His herd consisted of only one mare and foal (with another mare he hoped to win back and a child on the way). It was time to change that and time to test his luck in the commons yet again. The young stallion plunges into the warm sea and swims from Atlantis to the commons. He knows the place well having visited it twice last year, both times claiming a mare. One of those mares were still with him as things between them have sparked bigger than he could have imagined. He prays the same will happen on this trip to prove to Xiomara he had the ability to grow his herd.

Ironclad reaches the sandy beach of the commons and begins to shake his coat of all the loose droplets from the sea. For some reason he turns to look back at the sea which feeds his reflection back at him. Ironclad could see the differences in his appearance from the last time he was here. His body looked older, he seems taller, and even his coat was fading. The Atlantis sun had begun to fade the dark black coat he sported around Tinuvel to a dark grey. Some spots on the back of his neck and his back were very light compared to the rest of his body. It looked almost as if this new color was trying to take over his body. He stares at the ocean for a few minutes until the many smells of the Commons distract him.

The greying stallion turns as he starts a trot away from the water and deeper into the grass valley. Many were here today, but most were already conversing amongst a group to which he avoided them. He wasn’t looking for any competition, but only one new mare to bring home. Which home would he bring her to exactly? I guess whichever one sounded more interesting to her. He spots a palomino splash mare that was around his height chatting with a shorter mare of white and gold. Their colors were similar, but the shades of them both unique to each other. Ironclad was instantly attracted to one of the mares in particular though he would be lying if he said he didn’t want them both.

It was Unfortunate he did not have the ability to claim them both, but only one would have to do. Maybe they could convince each other to travel together. He nickers to alert the mares of his presence before inching closer to the sabino. It was her he felt more attraction to and so it was her that he places a gentle claiming nip. Not knowing how they would respond to his bold move of claiming; he takes a step away to provide her with some space. ”I’m sorry to be so hasty, but I had to hurry before another stallion sees the beauty before me.” Dark blue eyes stare at the champagne mare in front of him with a small smile spreading on his lips. He would be a fool to think no drama would come his way for having her, but he did. She was his.

Eyes linger on the pretty mare for a bit longer before he peels away to grab the attention of the splash mare. ”Sorry to barge in on your conversation miss.” He apologizes to her before glancing between them both. ”I am Ironclad de Warsaw. General of the Shore and soon to be leader of the Inlet.” Maybe having two titles would enchant both mares enough to stay.