Typhoon
stallion | 16.0hhs | red dun roan | of the ridge
Standing on the edge of the ridge was a red dun roan. Short foal hair was grasped by the wind, being tugged everywhere. The short strands were working on being curly with being so new to the world, but some of the strands were straight as a nail and left the foal knowing he would not be a curly haired horse. Curly hair was amazing in his eyes, the corkscrew strands something he could envision himself with. Yet, with both of his parents having straight hair, he knew deep in his gut that he would not be one of the lucky souls with curly hair.
Blinking eyes of a bright brownish gold, the stud colt let his long legs holding up steady. He had feathers when he had been born, but now his legs were bare and he held nothing of his fathers locks. It was the sturdy bone structure and the level head he had that showed anything of his sire Tyr. This colt in question was named Typhoon, his mother having birthed him and then a water funnel having been formed out at sea. He had been only hours old so he did not remember it, but his mother oddly enough called him her little fighter. His half sister? Well, he knew nothing of the yearling that avoided him like the plague.
Snorting faintly into the wind, Typhoon let his body bask in the suns rays before he turned his small hooves back towards where he should honestly be. Asphara, his mother, was trying to make sure he did not go and cause trouble like Rosaliana had. Yet, he did not have the urge to go out and stir up chaos. Typhoon liked to be home, the urge to shadow his sire strong. Typhoon knew he would not be taking over the Ridge, but his father could teach him many good things and keep him on a more straight and narrow path than that of his mother.
Moving forward, Typhoon hummed a breath as he walked with a faint prance to his words. The sun had made him feel froggy this early morning and he was on the hunt to find his father. On the way, he could be stopped by anyone and he would not mind. For now though, the red clad boy with minimal roaning just went on his way through the Ridge, curious of what this day would bring.
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