Kenji wandered around aimlessly. He had just left Syrea and their children behind, and was feeling slightly depressed. His head hung low, and his pace was slow and dull with no direction. From the start, Syrea and him had decided that they were just going to have kids and then go their separate ways, but he hadn't anticipated that he'd miss his children so soon after his departure. He was feeling even more unnerved about the fact that he hadn't seen or heard of Ziva since their childhood. Ziva, his first and only real love, had agreed to mate with him back in the day. But now, the memory was fading and hazed, hidden behind other, more fresh memories of dozens and dozens of mares he felt no attachment to whatsoever. Nevertheless, he just couldn't help himself. Although the feelings he felt for other mares were genuinely sincere and honest in the moment, he had never been able to find one that lasted in the long run.
He tried not to let his mood bring him down. Instead, he focused on other things, like the sound of the wind in the afternoon and the chirping of sparrows in the nearby forest. He was walking along the cusp of the large plains, separated from the dark forest by a thick river. When he was feeling feisty, he'd wander around in the forest and see what kind of trouble he could find himself in. Sometimes, he was a thrill-seeker. At others, he was a womanizer. And for the last few months, he'd been a father. It was a new feeling, and he wasn't ready to settle down yet, leading him to where he was now- in the middle of nowhere, with no one, and with nothing to do. If all things went his way and he was lucky, he might find a mare and entertain himself for the time being. His hopes hung on that last thought as he let out a small grin.
Growing tired of walking, he headed to the river for a quick douse in the water. His long, coarse curls swayed in the wind. His stride was elegant, despite the bulging muscles that were quite visible in his legs and neck and his strong, powerful build. When he was moving, he was quite a sight to behold, beautiful and powerful, with a gentle voice: he was quite the charmer, and no mare stood a chance.