Discipline

[Ilssadurn De'Montrigue]

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Discipline was always something that Ilssadurn had admired, especially within himself. Lately, he had taken to wandering the paths on the herds’ land, memorizing each singular detail. It was his goal to be able to walk the trails with his eyes closed, merely by memorizing steps, curves, and each misplaced stone. He was well aware of the fact that there was probably no need for him to go so overboard, but he also believed that this was something that everyone within the heard should be doing as well. If there was an attack from the outside, it would be much easier to get away through the paths than anywhere else on their land.

Perhaps sooner or later, they will listen to what I have to say, the stallion thought to himself. He knew that his ideas were appropriate, but he also knew that he was not the only prideful horse within the herd. There were many that wouldn’t run from an attack, but there would many that would need to. The mares with round bellies and fouls would need to get away to safety to ensure the continuation of the herd because there was indeed no promise that any that fought would come away from the battle with their lives.

All of this he knew, all of this he had tried to explain to others, but it mostly fell on deaf ears. He understood that he was in no position to be telling others how things ought to be done, but he had expected them to at least listen to what it was that he had to say in the long run. Taking a deep breath he pulled himself away from his thoughts and began to look along the path he was currently on once more. He had been traveling this path back and forth from dawn till dusk for the past seven moon falls, memorizing ever detail that he was able to. If nothing else, he would personally leave the fray of battle to lead the mares and young to safety, there was no lost pride there.

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[Harlem Cader]

Harlem was in a rather... well, queer mood.

Not queer as in homosexual, as he'd had plenty of mares in his time, even if he considered himself bisexual and had allowed his eyes to wander over a couple of handsome stallions in his time. The word had a double meaning, as quite a few did, and in this context it meant strange. It's as if he was on an adrenaline high, and feeling rather bored just standing around the center of the forest wasn't all that appealing to him at all. The brown brindle and white stallion's honey gaze swept over his surroundings. "What the hell am I supposed to do here?" He huffed under his breath, and anyone who came across him at that moment would most probably think that he was incredibly pissed off about something. Which he was. There was nothing entertaining in the forest, everyone else was off doing something or another. He was neither a sentry or a knight, just a herd stallion without a purpose. Yet.

As he took off at an easy trot through the trees, he went over all the possible things that could give him purpose. A family, finding himself a mate and having foals with her sounded like it would give him quite a few responsibilities, and it would at least keep him occupied. However, that meant that'd he'd have to settle down with someone, and that didn't appeal to him right now. He quite liked flitting from one pretty mare to another, with the odd stud in between, but he wasn't a teenager anymore, and he couldn't do it forever. That he was sure of. The stallion hadn't noticed the deep musky scent of another male drifting towards him until the silhouette of the shorter brute caught his eye on the horizon, and he slowed his pace until he was at an easy walk. After all, he was in no rush. Harlem quickly recognized the other stallion as Ilssadurn, a fellow Eastern herd member. To appear good natured and friendly, Harlem plastered an easy smile on his face, and stayed clear of the path that Ilssa appeared to be travelling down, so he wasn't blocking his way.

"Good morning. You look pretty busy, are you on sentry duty or something?"