[ mah HAH kahn HA ]
> none <
⬩ none ⬩
▻ no children (x none yet) ◅
He is only a yearling, but he was still strapped to the little-sisters and she-cousins and lassies that roamed the Bay. When his mother was tired, when any number of aunties were busy, he started to really reconsider whether or not being a Prince was worth the excess of trouble that went along with it.
He was still too young to know the rumors of his father, or any of the things that troubled the Bay from outside its borders -- so what was the trouble that went with being the child most likely to take over for their father?
Goddamn babysitting. And worst of all? Babysitting the kids in the herd that were his age too. He is already large, thanks to his father, but he wasn’t large enough to compete in above-fair fashion… and so a lot of babysitting came with running down the psychotic cousin-sisters that most drove him to want to drink the hemlock runoff in the springtime.
As for right this minute, he is glaring petulantly at the two fillies that had become the bane of his very existence in such a short amount of time. Neither of his parents were very chatty people, so the idea of ‘shooting the breeze’ was lacking in him and such a thing seemed to miff off the other kids at times.
It had instigated this current game of plucking plants and flowers and frolicking around him in a circle in order to toss them into his mane with enough momentum as to stick into it. It had only just grown enough to flop this way and that -- the bouncing apparently triggering the girl’s funnybones..
PRINCE OF TINUVEL’S BAY
▻ stallion - desert bred mutt - black sabino - 16.0 hh - fell x mṛgaśira ◅