He was excited he was finally getting what he wanted in life. It might sound corny, it was the life for him though. He didn't care what others thought about it, because it was his life. He'd never let anyone tell him how to run it, never. Only fools let that happen and he believed mares had choices. Never would he force a mare to do anything, it just wasn't him. All the cruel stallions should be destroyed, and maybe that was his mission in life. He didn't know his destiny quite yet, being young still. At the moment though he was looking to have a herd, like any regular stallion. Never would he be a cold cruel stallion, no that was not him. He was more of the stallions who would do anything to save a mare from Evil. He knew of those who had manipulated the mare into thinking they were nice. He had seen it with his very own eyes. He had wished to save that mare, and he had tried. The stallion had been tougher, he still regretted that day though. He had only be two then, and now here he was as a six yr old. He might as well been ashamed of himself, now he would have a fair chance of winning though. Still in Alaknanda river looking for more mares to join his herd. He stopped when he saw her, beautiful she was. He snorted softly before walking up to her, stopping in front of her. " Greetings Ma'am my name would be Jeromo and yours would be?" He gave a little bow, trying to be respectful.