after joining, the male had found himself a home. not that he would be inside much. he hated being locked up. that was not his style. the stallion was laying casually on the path to his home. eyes closed, as he wasn't one to fear much. the male would snort softly as his tail flicked.

bordom.

that was his curse to deal with. he was always finding himself bored. he could never just relax. he needed excitement. so, the male stood as his eyes opened. he scanned for anyone he may know. when no one seemed to be there, he would stamp the earth with a single hoof.

this was to much for him. "i need to do something. anyone out there have something they want company for?" he spoke gruffly as he tossed his mane. looking about himself a moment more for any sign of a wanderer.

"speech"