Home, Sweet Home

[Maybe]

Darthyn had always wandered; he had never felt the need to have a home before, but now, as he was nearing on his ninth year, the urge to settle down was overwhelming. This did not mean, however, that he was becoming listless, no, quite the opposite. His blood still boiled as every stallion's should, he still felt the need to run wild and free. But now, he just wanted a place to claim as his own. Maybe he'd gather some mares and start a herd. Who knows, maybe he'd find love.

He doubted it though. Love was something Darthyn felt only once in his life, and that was when he was with his mother. He shuddered, his throat closing up for a moment as he thought of the day he lost her. He did not want to think about it; emotions were dangerous, dangerous things. Shaking his long pearly-white mane to rid himself of such thoughts, he plodded on, surveying the territory in all its vastness. It seemed perfect. Perfect, yes, but empty.