Zachary is not so surprised to see Shakedone come wandering over, after all, she was an odd little mare. Exuding his normal amount of confidence, he allows her to approach both himself and the new arrival. His head is uplifted in a lordly manner, but Zachary is not as ego-inflated as he would like many to think. He grunts, allowing the pressure between them as flesh slides along flesh--hot and bothered. His movements are snake-like and quick as he reaches out to place a firm nip upon her backbone, tasting the flesh as his teeth gnaw upon it. "Darwyn." Of course, that would be referring to the newcomer. Zachary, taking note of the rift between the two (evident int he way Shakedown glares), tosses his head--he couldn't have turmoil in paradise, now could he?
His ears meet his skull comfortably and his nose wrinkles until the full line of his teeth is exposed. Snaking his head back and forth, Zachary plants several nips along Shakedown's body. Darwyn is obviously tired, her knees are shaking as if an earthquake had been rattling the very existence of Beqanna. He shoves Shakedown aside quite roughly, but isn't that how she wanted it to be? "Come, Darwyn, you can rest by the creek." Shakedown is forced to walk in front, constantly kept in her place by Zachary's teeth.
He wastes little time in making it very clear that fighting of any kind will not be tolerated--at least, not yet. His chest is pressed firmly against Shakedown's backside and his head draped over her back as he continuously gnaws at her backbone--she needed some reminding. "Don't get cocky with me, doll." His words were forceful as he pushed her along, hardly allowing her time to breath.
After he is sure that the mares have been seperated, and Shakedown reminded that she does not call the shots, Zachary wanders off to survey the borders of his home once again. He leaves his scent beind as he goes, for years of scents left by previous stallions can be somewhat difficult to cover up. Every now and then he allows a glance in the direction of his chargers, only to make certain that they are behaving.
Perhaps now was not the time to go wandering off to the Field again, obviously the mares needed a bit more babysitting before that was warrented. He was not worried about Darwyn, she was quiet and almost frail. Shakedown was a little drug-girl--constantly in need of a good fix and yet she contradicted herself with her unwarranted emotions. She thrived on abuse.
He disregards thoughts of his charges for the time being, for he must concentrate on the task at hand. Sometime later, when all the borders have been checked, Zachary returns to the creek. He nudges Darwyn gently and then heads straight for Shakedown. "Behaving yourself?" He nips her shoulder and presses along side her. "For your sake, I hope so."
z a c h a r y
to write love on her arms
lord of Cobblestone Creek
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