.gently snaking his young heir into the terrain, the blood bay monarch ingresses with a three-beat cadence, Relampago galloping in front of his sire. The sun's rays sent bright dapples spilling onto his golden coat, illuminating the colt with a menagerie of colours. The young one kicked up his heels, galloping, rearing, and whinning to his heart's content. After a while, though, the rambuncious(sp?) little king was brought to attention by his father, who reminded him of what they were here to do. If he were to be a successful steed, Relampago must learn how to be a stud and claim mares. Nudging his son, Wildfire gestures to an experienced steed trying to claim a mare. This is how you wanna go about it... He says, doing his best to try and explain what was considered an 'art' among steeds.

OOC: Ewww...that was an awful post. I'm bored..oh well.