[ mah HAH kahn HA ]
> none <
⬩ none ⬩
▻ no children (x none yet) ◅
He had been feeling his oats for two years now, but still he does not seek out women to populate his own herd. Still he does not stock himself full of those that would come to build him up properly into a son that Fell could either envy or be proud of. He is a bit like his father, silent despite being perfectly capable of speech and a bit frustrated that silence ultimately left things undone or unsaid. At least his father had an excuse, he would remind himself. He stayed quite in spite of being able to say his piece - more like his mother in that way than like Fell. It leaves him nearing on four years of age with no prospects and a crown he still did not fit quite yet.
His bonelike markings had been kept to the foliage, his mother saying that the sight of something so visceral was not necessarily in his best interest with the passing of the one-time Sovereign of the Cove. Not his fault, but unfortunately relevant. It meant that he was especially antsy as the latter half of the season had begun - and he reemerged.
He comes at Fell at-speed, galloping with those pummeling hooves until he almost slams full bodily into his father. Feed some of that frustration into it, he tells himself in silence - eerie in his quiet attack as his father must have been to those he’d defeated. Teeth clack, hooves seek purchase, and he shoves at the big lead stallion with all the verve and pent up energy he had in spare waiting in the wings..
PRINCE OF TINUVEL’S BAY
▻ stallion - desert bred mutt - black sabino - 16.0 hh - fell x mṛgaśira ◅