I don't really like myself without you
A decision has been made in the mind of the young stallion. After countless losses and many heartbreaks, Ironclad has decided to keep his herd small. There was more meaning in the mares that were loyal and showed him affection versus trying to prove himself to the ones that didn't know him. More mares may come in time, but for now his small herd of four was all he needs. Technically, it might be three since he hasn't heard word from Hellebore in quite some time. The greying stallion shrugs as he makes him way across his Inlet. This place was special to him and he hopes it would continue to be special to those after him. He prays to the gods that his children will want to grow up here and make a name for themselves on Tinuvel. But even if they just wanted to live a quiet peaceful life on the Inlet that would be fine.
Warsaw created their legacy here and he was determined to see it out. Hopefully one of his sons inherited that same determination and accomplish what he seemingly cannot. He was still young so hope shouldn't be fully lost, but it was fading with every year that passed. A long winded sigh passes through his lips just as the smell of birth fills his senses. The young stallion perks up with a high held head and ears standing stiff and tall. Someone had just given birth and it was a mystery to him if it was Arael or Medusa. He could smell both of their scents in the area.
Knowing the scent of blood might attract the beasts that lay in wait, Ironclad hurries to the location of the scent. He would not allow wolves to interrupt such a precious moment with mother and child like they had with Lace. His only son had been met by danger right at the start. Was that a bad omen? Ironclad comes to the scene of the birth, but no one was here. Seeing the blood and the aftermath worries him, but he also knows this amount of blood was normal. He had seen a mare birth before. Still, it was hard to shake the feeling especially with the missing mother and child. This has to mean the child was healthy. Or something snatched them up.
A quick jolt of panic fills his belly, but a soft nicker in the distance soothes his fears. "Arael!" He yells her name as his body turns to race to find her. Medusa's scent becomes stronger the closer he gets so he knows she is there with her. Ironclad feels confident Medusa would not let anything bad happen to her herd mate, but the danger has not all settled until he sees them for himself. Another sigh leaves his lips when he makes it to the open land where they stand. Three of them. A proud smile only a father could possess takes over his face as his pace slows towards them. He nickers to let them know he was coming.
"Oh, Arael," he breaths as he comes near and gives her a gentle nuzzle. There was no mistaking who birthed this new child. The filly was the spitting image of her mother almost of if she had created her herself. "She is beautiful. She looks healthy too." Ironclad moves around to greet Medusa with a touch of his nose to her shoulder then turning to face his new daughter straight on. "Hello little one. I am Ironclad de Warsaw, your daddy." His tail flicks with joy as his dark blue eyes watch his golden daughter with joy.