fearghas

Hardly an hour had passed since the blanketed colt had washed ashore onto the beaches of the Lagoon, and while the warmth of the land was enough to rinse the chill from the air, the humidity had prevented the murky seawater from leaving his body. It clung to his skin as though he'd just finished an exhuberant tussle or taken his pleasure with a mare. Or, he assumed that's what it looked like. Confidence did wonders for the colt, who really looked nothing more than a sweat slicked mess with sand and mud tangled in the feathering at his ankles.

He strides through the bog like consistency of the land, not yet used to finding the pathways upon which to walk. With a wide eyed glance about the place, he at last finds someone between the hanging moss and heavy limbed trees. Fearghas looses loud call toward the pale stallion before charging over, splaying mud and muck everywhere in his intial charge. He slows as he approaches, thankfully not performing a very artful color change on the pale fewspot stallion.

"'Ello!" He shouts with a broad grin across his freckled lips. With a flick of his tail across his haunches, he settles to a stop before the other male. Immediately the words spill from his lips, tangled with a thickened Irish accent and his eagerness. "This is the bachelor herd, innit? Like the all boys club? Are you the leader?"

Fearghas was an equal opportunity lover, but it was not the prospect of romance that drew him here. No, it was the possibility of finding a brotherhood, of being able to hone his body and mind until he finally made up his mind about what he wanted to do as a "grown up."

"I'm Fearghas, by the way. Who're you?" Tilting his head with another broad grin he continues with yet another question, ears already perked forward for a response.

stallion . 2 years . 15.2 hands . smoky black blanket . loveinspired . credit