Meadow

Time changed and with it went one's motivation to belong in a herd. The changing of time and just finding himself lonely left a black and white once was Forest dweller moving across the Crossing. He had lived here for a while now, after saying his peace way back when to Baba Yaga. He had tried to be her second, but he found himself unable to do it for someone else. He had no real want to be a leader, but at the same time he did not wish to be a loner either. Yet, the idea of belonging to someone that saw him as just a number made his fur prickle and unease course through his blood. He just wanted to be… and to find someone he could be with, no matter where life took them.

Moving through the meadow, Crown Royal blinking his golden eyes before his ears twitched. A voice sounded off in the distance. He could not pick up what was being said, but the sound of it had his head turning slowly. The absolute loneliness had him moving before he could think better of it. Taking in the sound of her voice and vomiting it to memory, Royal was not surprised when he pushed through a low set of shrubs and came into a spot of the meadow he had not been in for a long time. His soft eyes took in the mare before him as well, noting something about her that had his full curiosity.

“Are you alright?” His voice was low in tenor, but it was soft. He was a gentle creature deep down, which led him to the life he had now. Having roamed over the Crossing for over a year, he felt as if he was the most free he had ever been. He might miss his father, but he could not find it in himself to search for him either. Instead, the black and white male slowly pushed out of the foliage and gave the woman a gentle smile. “My name is Crown Royal. I hope I have not interrupted anything?” He could scent another on the wind, but the male it belonged to was not here so he was not as worried about being bulldozed as he could have been.