my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
B L A C K M O R E
shall be lifted - nevermore!
Things remain quiet. Adelaide returned only to depart from the islands entirely, with a chaste whisper good bye Blackmore found his heart heavy with worry for her safety. All the while confused as to why his land was still so incredibly quiet, not that he can expect much more than that with only two mares and a little brother to remains closed to himself in fear of the world outside. It is not like the black stallion to fight for mares that are not aware of who he is, or to steal mares away from their home without even properly asking of their name first. It's only through speaking with them that he seems to bring them home, and that becomes difficult when 'free mares' become less and less popular amongst the common grounds. This leaves Blackmore is a predicament as he paces through his ridge, following the same pattern for hours without any real reason except for the reason he needs to think. What is he going to do? How can he make the ridge propsper? Surely three horses and a mentally challenged stallion will not hold off against any large number of predators that only need three horses to be successful in their attack.
Worry. Worry. Worry.
"Stop that!" Anger causes him to snap at himself, to the point he stops and skitters back a few steps at his own venom filled tone he held towards himself. No, he can't let his anger get the best of him right now, not like this! But what will he do? He can't sit and do nothing but he can't bring in mares that will hate him, either! He could walk himself to death through the Crossing until he found a mare willing enough to join the herd of the Ridge, but that leaves Rosaline and Svetlana unprotected. How do the other stallions do it? "Stealing. Fighting." And that was out of the question, but they also have a decent second stallion to help over-see things, but Blackmore down right refuses to kick Legion out. Blackmore's worries just continue to pile up until a loud shrill sound is sent towards the sky, it wasn't a call to anyone, if anything it is a release for his pent up anxiety.
Quoth the Raven "Nevermore."
westphalianxholstein | stallion | homozygous black | seventeen point two hands | the ridge | salem
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