Post by Welder on Nov 28, 2021 18:08:00 GMT -7
Winchester
The air was crisp and cold in the early dawn that discovered the buckskin wandering. His thoughts were thousands of miles away, the color of his eyes grey like a mourning dove's back. He had not endeavored to have these thoughts often, just today hit him a little differently than before. And with his sweet in safe care, Winchester explored his surroundings but saw none of it. He was lost beyond a doubt within the depths of his thoughts.
Winchester carried with him a lot of guilt and sadness, pain flooding through his mind. His mourning had ended shortly after he had arrived in this new land but the ghosts of his past hurried back at the prospect of a new life in the future. There had been thoughts of procreating with his love and having a second chance at doing better at the dad thing but Winchester first had to acknowledge the pain that he was feeling.
You see, Winchester had loved another so deeply, so completely, that her death savaged his heart. Her name was Xarkla, a spotted mare who was fierce and devoted to their herd. Winchester was the beta stallion to Sun Runner, one of the finest stallions he had ever come to know. Winchester had come to Xarkla's aid and in doing so, they had fallen in love. He would not have done anything to her had she not invited him and created their son, Concerto. Concerto was as evil as Xarkla was good and Winchester had done everything in his power to change his son. As a foal, Concerto enlisted the help of an enemy herd and destroyed it from the inside out.
A diversion had been created to send Sun Runner, Winchester and several of the other herd horses to battle, leaving rest allegedly safe. Upon their return, the herd had been all but savaged, including Xarkla who was shown more cruelty than any of them. She was long gone by the time Winchester had found her.
Fearing his son's life, Winchester took off and sought his child, hoping he was just a prisoner. He was captured by the enemy herd and brought to his son, who treated him like dirt and announced that he would rule the herds and create havoc and destruction. His mother's blood was on his face and hooves, though even at a young age crudely admitted he didn't kill her himself. But that his father did, in leaving her unprotected. The buckskin stallion did not know this yearling but could not destroy the last part of his mate. He tried to talk him out of this nonsense, but Concerto was too far gone.
Concerto ordered the death of his father to wait until he was old enough to do it himself. Winchester was exiled to a lonely island with a nasty guard, with nothing but his thoughts to accompany him. Eventually though, Concerto destroyed himself with his own cruelty, turning his back on the wrong person. The stallion never learned whether or not his child survived, just that he was allowed to escape and leave his homeland forever.
Thus, Winchester is found wandering through his new home, lost in reverie and unsure of what to do. He wants to give her everything she wants, and love her fully, but his living in doubts of what he can actually do for her. They found each other on a beach, playing and racing, enjoying each other's company and if Winchester dared himself to believe it, love her. She needed him, just as he did her, though for all of his pain he was terrified of having another incident like Concerto. Concerto was always there, in the back of his mind, a new foal, with so much potential, but turned out tortured and evil. Winchester was not sure if that was his fault or not, but he blamed himself anyways. Xarkla was gentle and sweet; the fault could not be her own.
So he stopped in his wandering, eyes watering with tears, afraid of reliving this trauma again, and determined to never do that again. After what happened, he had vowed never to sire another foal. But he never accounted for a lady like this. It was not fair to her to deny her that right and he would never ask her to give up her dreams. A mare like her needed a foal, but she did not need a stallion like him.
So now he pondered his next move, lost in his thoughts and unsure of what to do next.
Winchester carried with him a lot of guilt and sadness, pain flooding through his mind. His mourning had ended shortly after he had arrived in this new land but the ghosts of his past hurried back at the prospect of a new life in the future. There had been thoughts of procreating with his love and having a second chance at doing better at the dad thing but Winchester first had to acknowledge the pain that he was feeling.
You see, Winchester had loved another so deeply, so completely, that her death savaged his heart. Her name was Xarkla, a spotted mare who was fierce and devoted to their herd. Winchester was the beta stallion to Sun Runner, one of the finest stallions he had ever come to know. Winchester had come to Xarkla's aid and in doing so, they had fallen in love. He would not have done anything to her had she not invited him and created their son, Concerto. Concerto was as evil as Xarkla was good and Winchester had done everything in his power to change his son. As a foal, Concerto enlisted the help of an enemy herd and destroyed it from the inside out.
A diversion had been created to send Sun Runner, Winchester and several of the other herd horses to battle, leaving rest allegedly safe. Upon their return, the herd had been all but savaged, including Xarkla who was shown more cruelty than any of them. She was long gone by the time Winchester had found her.
Fearing his son's life, Winchester took off and sought his child, hoping he was just a prisoner. He was captured by the enemy herd and brought to his son, who treated him like dirt and announced that he would rule the herds and create havoc and destruction. His mother's blood was on his face and hooves, though even at a young age crudely admitted he didn't kill her himself. But that his father did, in leaving her unprotected. The buckskin stallion did not know this yearling but could not destroy the last part of his mate. He tried to talk him out of this nonsense, but Concerto was too far gone.
Concerto ordered the death of his father to wait until he was old enough to do it himself. Winchester was exiled to a lonely island with a nasty guard, with nothing but his thoughts to accompany him. Eventually though, Concerto destroyed himself with his own cruelty, turning his back on the wrong person. The stallion never learned whether or not his child survived, just that he was allowed to escape and leave his homeland forever.
Thus, Winchester is found wandering through his new home, lost in reverie and unsure of what to do. He wants to give her everything she wants, and love her fully, but his living in doubts of what he can actually do for her. They found each other on a beach, playing and racing, enjoying each other's company and if Winchester dared himself to believe it, love her. She needed him, just as he did her, though for all of his pain he was terrified of having another incident like Concerto. Concerto was always there, in the back of his mind, a new foal, with so much potential, but turned out tortured and evil. Winchester was not sure if that was his fault or not, but he blamed himself anyways. Xarkla was gentle and sweet; the fault could not be her own.
So he stopped in his wandering, eyes watering with tears, afraid of reliving this trauma again, and determined to never do that again. After what happened, he had vowed never to sire another foal. But he never accounted for a lady like this. It was not fair to her to deny her that right and he would never ask her to give up her dreams. A mare like her needed a foal, but she did not need a stallion like him.
So now he pondered his next move, lost in his thoughts and unsure of what to do next.