It has been a long time since he was explored the commons. Last time he met two very interesting drafts, but was unable to convince them to stay in the Forest. He knew if someone would jus5 give the Forest a chance they would love it. They didn't need to love him (though it would be nice), but they would love the atmosphere. Under Bacardi's rule it was exactly like the stories his grandmother would tell about Persephone. How everyone was so friendly and kind. Everyone protected each other and there was love for everyone.
Grandmother...the large stallion lowers his head. A few tears slip down his cheeks as he thinks of his much she suffered in the end. She would pretend she was okay, but everyone could see the hurt in her eyes. Damn that awfully sickness! One of the reasons he was out exploring today was because he could not handle seeing his mother upset any longer. It just made him upset. Maybe even enough to kick someone so it was best he stepped away from a few hours.
He decides to venture towards the gathering horses in hope of a stronger distraction. Dagda moves around a few already in conversation until he breaks free from the crowd again. A heavy sigh rolls off his chest as he continues to walk forward. Dark eyes scan the grass at his hooves until he accidently bumps into someone. "My bad," He scrambles as his large head raises to send who he rudely bumped into. The mare was tall much like the female's of his family were. Her coat was dark with a smoky hue marked with white. Her smell had a distinct scent he had never smelled before.
And she looked like she was on a mission. "I didnt hurt you did I?" Before she went about her way he at least needed to make sure she was okay. Dagda wasn't the smallest of stallions so he knew his body carried some weight. Dark eyes search hers for any since of emotion. |
