The prince and the Gentleman

*I won! Aw yeah! Happy new year everyone!! Bid for number 3, windflowergirl.deviantart.com/… , god, he just was so pretty i had to ignore the muscle pain in my hand for a whileXD so here´s the description, just really thought he´d be a great addition for the spoiled price Charles..a horse with smooth gaits for them longer rides, besides, the delicate little brat probably resembles a woman when riding with very smooth hands and rather light, so can´t have him handle too burly or unruly horses. Since the fort will be up north he´ll need a horse good with lots of snow, not too picky with the cold and sure footing (and yes, sidesaddle for the spoiled prince, as well as tons of flooffy blankets and fur*^*)

Name: Alasdair (scottish version of Alexander, derived from the greek  Αλεξανδρος , meaning "defending men, to defend, or Help") 
Type: Seraph
Gender: stallion
Age: 8
Colour: Pangare Seal Bay Tovero (flaxen carrier) (Ee A^ta PaPa nT nO nf)
Discipline: Dressage, pleasure trail, potential war horse
Background: A calm, trusty steed, and a one man horse imported from Scotland for King Calrs sixth son Charles as a birthday gift. Charles is coming of age to start his proper military training in the northern fort, and even if he´d prefer staying at the capitol and all the luxury, there isn´t much of a choice. Alasdir will have to carry his rider the long ride up north, then part take in battle simulations, border patrols in the mountains, as well as advanced dressage meant for parade purposes, and always stay calm..can´t have the prince thrown too often..
Ref sheet: roiuky.deviantart.com/art/Alas…

What did cracking skulls sound like? The thought crossed Charles mind as the trotting stallions hooves snapped twigs and smashed frozen puddles into sprays of glistening ice. It was growing colder by the day, steering the seal bay in between snowy rocks, following an older trail made by the stable hands earlier the same morning. Alasdir had adapted well to his new home, it seemed little could stir the well-behaved stallion, and after only a few careful laps in the paddock he seemed to accept this new rider, with soft hands and heels, perhaps slightly off balance at times, yet never bouncing him in the back. Flicking ears and snorting loudly, white clouds rose to pale blue sky at a steady pace. Going up north. To the real north. The pale young man shrugged his shoulders as face turned into an absentmindedly pout. It was no use arguing, he had tried, too many times to count by now, but to him it was insanity. He didn´t need to go to some isolated outpost to get good education, that he could just as well get down here, in the capitol, where the rooms were always warm from lit fires, and a silver plate offering tea and his favorite food was never gone for long. An outpost. A fort. It would be awful, that he was sure of. Gloved hand reaching down to thread into dancing, long, mane his horse snorted again as hooves broke another twig. At least he wouldn´t be entirely alone. 

Charles belongs to but..i´m currently using him as a character for my revamp of my HARPG stable^_^and I know you don´t mind!