Post by Vel on Jul 21, 2009 16:29:48 GMT -5
Fortinbras
The ebony stag bent his Andalusian-like crown down to the ground and began to pull at the emerald blades on the ground. It would soon be geeting much colder as the fall progressed, the grass would become browner and less nutritous. That is why Fortinbras had chosen to graze here today.
The willowed forest was an odd place to find the stallion. Usually he was in the breeding grounds, trying to romance a mare. He failed at his last attempt which had made him rather sullen, so he wanted to wander away from there for awhile. Let those vixen in the breeding grounds be forced by some dark stag. He didn't care, not today.
Fortinbras had been wanting to 'start new' for awhile now. He figued that this would also be the place to do that. He didn't want to become like his mother Ophelia. Maybe a mare would find him here and they could wander together until they found a land. Or somehting lie that.
