Sorry I haven't made an adopt in a while - haven't been feeling overly creative.
To win this boy, tell me about an adventure he's been on.
-Ends on the 28th
-Coat: Rare
-Timer is off (had to remake this one after my pc crashed)
To win this boy, tell me about an adventure he's been on.
artsy_horse wrote:Username: artsy_horse
Name: Aedan - meaning "born of fire" in Irish
Age: 6 years old
Gender: Stallion
Halter: Brown with green leaves
Height|Between 15.3hh to 18.2hh: 17.2 hh
Adventure: (I hope you like it! <3)
"Thank you, mother," Dylan said as he packed the small ration of bread and cheese into Aedan's saddle bag. Aedan pawed the ground. The horse was one of Dylan's father’s war horses, born with a fiery spirit and an urge to lead their riders into a battle. "That a boy." Dylan soothed the huge stallion. "We'll be on our way soon enough." It was early morning, and the birds had not even started chirping yet.
Dylan and Aedan were embarking on a mission to go to the McLaughlin castle, castle Lachlan. There, they were to warn the boy’s father of a battle plot to be carried out soon by their greatest enemies – the O’Neil’s. A strong rivalry was between them, because of a large fertile stretch of land that had been firstly claimed by the McLaughlin’s. If Dylan did not make the long journey to castle Lachlan, the O’Neil’s will carry out a surprise attack on the fort.
Dylan’s mother kissed his both cheeks. “You be careful, Dylan. One can never know what to expect on a journey such as yours.” She told him softly in her sharp Scottish accent. “And you,” she pat Aedan on his flank. “You bring my boy home safe.” The short, rosy cheeked woman looked at them both with a tear in her eye. “We will be careful, mamma.” Dylan said his good byes and mounted his fiery steed. Urging Aedan forward with a slight pressure from his calves and ankles, the large horse trotted forwards, his huge hooves clomping against the mossy cobble stone. Dylan gave one last wave in his mother’s direction, squinting in the darkness of dawn. The plump lady stood waving her handkerchief and sobbing slightly. Dylan and Aedan had finally embarked on their journey.
It was half an hour since Dylan and Aedan had left their cottage home. The sun was shining its first rays and robins chirped cheerfully. Dylan could tell it was going to be a beautiful day, for the clouds that had once covered the night sky had rolled away and revealed a clear, blue sky. Aedan danced along the ferns, eager to stretch his legs and run through some clearings in the forested land. Dylan had kept the stallion at a steady trot though. His father had taught him not to let his horse have too much lead for a long journey, or you will have a horse with no energy and will to move on.
The boy’s father was an excellent horseman, traveling far and wide to different horse markets where he would bid high on many a good horse. His father was also a very important member of the McLaughlin clan, one of the most well-known men.
Aedan snorted often, eager to get the musty scent of the forest out of his nostrils. A few hours later, they both came into a clearing with a small stream running through it. Dylan dismounted his horse, letting the stallion graze on the lush green grass. The boy waded in the stream, sweat pouring down his forehead. He also splashed Aedan, cooling the sleek horse. Night soon fell upon them. Dylan led Aedan to a large tree at the edge of the clearing and tied the horse to one of its branches. He took Aedan’s saddle and covered it with the saddle pad. This would be his pillow for the night. Dylan also unwrapped his food, savoring a small piece of bread and cheese. Before it got to dark and cold, the boy took out his flint and stone and kindled a small fire. Soon enough, he was fast asleep beside his calm horse, who was alert and ready to loyally protect his boy.
Morning soon fell upon the two. Dylan awoke to the chirping of birds and a bright sun. With a jolt of worry and anger at himself, he realized that he had slept in much later than he had planned to. Aedan was grazing beside him, chewing loudly. After Dylan had a small meal of wild berries he had found at a nearby bush, they were off again, fresh and ready for the days ride.
It was quite a few nights later. Dylan and Aedan were weary but eager to travel on. They had passed a small settlement, many forests, grooves and stream, and meadows. Now the team were settling down. Dylan was playing his wood flute, handcrafted by a wood worker he had met a few years ago at a market that was passing through. Though he could not play an actual song, he knew many tones and chords. All of the sudden, Aedan spooked and sidestepped, his ears and eyes pinned in the direction of a nearby forest. Dylan squinted in the darkness, unsure of what the horse was scared of. A blood curdling howl was followed by many others, chilling Dylan’s spine. He could see eyes peering in the darkness and flashes of white teeth. Wolves, Dylan thought. They would often be heard in farmers’ fields near his house raiding sheep and livestock. Dylan had never been this close to them though, especially without shelter. He soon realized they were slowly surrounding Aedan and him, creeping closer. “Shh boy, its ok.” He attempted to calm his steed. The boy took a nearby branch and lit it with fire, from the fire he had lit that night. His small, blunt pocket knife wouldn’t do him good in this situation. He waved it around the wolves shouting and making loud noises. “Go away! Leave us alone ye varmint’s! “ To his surprise, with the light of the make shift torch he saw that the wolves were skinny and scrawny, their ribs and bones showing through a thin pelt. “Leave us! Git!” To his relief he saw the wolves backing off and soon they were left alone. Aedan was terrified, the whites of his eyes showing and his ears pinned back. “Shh, boy. The wolves are all gone.” Dylan panted. He was up all night long, alert and ready in case the wolves were to come back.
Soon the next day, the horse and his boy had arrived safely but tired at the castle. The clan was warned and immediately prepared for any attack. Aedan was put in a cool stall with water and hay, and scrubbed down. Dylan’s father was more the proud of his boy. “Aye, you did well, my son.” He would tell him. The O’Neil’s did attack later that night, but fled at the sight of a prepared and ready army.
Dylan and his mighty steed, Aedan had successfully made it to the castle and their mission was fulfilled.
-Ends on the 28th
-Coat: Rare
-Timer is off (had to remake this one after my pc crashed)
