The night air was energizing as a black and gold marked stallion stood watching the sky above. There was something missing and he just couldn't quite put his hoof on it. While, yes, he had one been with a mare in these lands, but she took the children and ran when everything was said and done. Snorting, the stallion kicked at something on the ground. Not all that hard... This time. "Where in the heck is she?" the stallion said under his breath.
"Where is who? The mare you had kids with?" asked a small dragon with barely grown wings.
"No. That mare held little to me even if she had taken me as a mate. She was just a face." The stallion sneered at the dragon before kicking it away again. "This mare is my true mate. That bright orange thing holds little against her. And was hardly ever a cruel bone in her body. No, that orange monstrosity was little more then a bump in the road."
The sounds of scratching came from behind him as the dragon came up to follow him. Brakrin had turned to walk away from the dragon and open landscape. He was still on the search for his little black hearted mare, Attia Shade.
"When she does appear, the fun shall truly begin." A rueful grin stretched over his face as Brakrin reached back and kicked the dragon once more if it were in the way of his hoof. Luckily for Aztek he had taken a perch on his charge's back and out of prime kicking range.
"What fun persay? No, no don't tell me.. I don't think I even want to know." the dragon said, knowing its charge, it meant him being tossed around more then normal...
