Balin plodded through the land, pillars reaching out gently to take over the ground. From the time since his birth, they had grown so that even at the trot, they ate up the ground like he ate grass. Harks perked forward to hear over sounds, the sounds of screaming, and the tears of happiness that made up the endless pools of water. Sunlight shone upon his beautiful bright chestnut bodice, the sabino hues of ivory glistening along with all the rest of him. He was beautiful....and not a disaster like some other evil stags were.
Soon enough, he came upon an enticing scent - one of a lone mare, wandering through the brush. Balin tried to reason why she would travel alone like this but noticed that she probably wanted a youth of her own. She was beautiful....so beautiful - but he knew she probably already had a home among the rolling hill of the land. He would not force her to come with him, but she could if she wished.
The fae was dun with odd ivory marks all upon her bodice, so perfect. She seemed a bit older, but Balin didn't mind. Prancing up to her, he quickly did the deed, giving her what she wanted, what she deserved. Evil stags didn't deserve such a perfect beauty like her. "Greetings," said Balin, glancing at the ground once before bowing before her. "I am sorry...if you did not want a foal. I just didn't want the evil to get to you and create a monster inside your body, dear," he whispered, regret bubbling up in his orbs. Balin didn't want to become what his father used to be.