Cause this time's only borrowed,
I got one life and I'm gonna live it right..
The grullo pony king strides across the flat tundra, russet eyes scan the terrain that sprawled out before him. Wild flowers were beginning to shoot up alongside of the hardy grasses that grew plentiful on the Inlet. In this stretch of the Tundra the grasses were unappetizing but further inland you could find tender sweet shoots of grass. Only he would share such secrets with members of his own family, outsiders were strictly forbidden to feed on such succulent grasses.
As he nears the ocean, his russet eyes sweep once again, this time falling upon K1A1 her massive blue form stark against the tundra backdrop. As he watches her stiff movements a smile plays at his lips, and his thoughts float back to their first meeting. She had been almost like a bodyguard, quite the pair they made. It seemed as if that had been years ago, but he knew it had been only a few monthes. He could see her restlessness increase with each passing day. She was becoming bored with the herd life, she needed tasks, and boarder patrol was becoming redundant for the blue mare.
Shortly after russet eyes fall on K1A1 another form appears in front of the mare, this one fine boned and pitch black. Dark tipped ears swivel nervously atop his crown. Who had found themselves on his shore? Hooves dig into the tundra soil as he launches into the tölt, a ground-eating four beat gait of his forefathers. Frost kissed ebony tassels are thrown off of his grullo nape, nostrils flare testing the breeze that floated in off the ocean. As he nears the pair of horses, he searches for the ebony mares scent. He easily locates it but is unnerved when no scent of stallion can be found just that of mares...Was she of the Peak? And if so, What brought her to the Inlet?
Halting mid-stride, his hooves continue to dance for a moment before ceasing their movement. Lifting his head higher on to his stocky muscled neck. She was another desert bred, they seemed to be of the most trouble. Her dished face and delicate muzzle gave her heritage away, but he would not pass judgement until she spoke. He notices that she is defensive towards K1A1, but he supposed if you were a stranger to this land and K1A1 greeted you; you would also be on edge. "I am Dögun. Pony King of the Inlet. What brings you to my shores?" It was a viable question.
Icelandic | Grullo | 13.2 | King of the Inlet