| ...Before I Take What I'm Owed. |
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Vodnik towered over Tithe, even though the lanky boy was as tall as he would get. The heavy draft stallion was, in all honesty, not what he had been hoping for, but also everything he needed. One ear flicked to the females at his side, and he knew he would have to step carefully in both words and actions. The knight held his head high as he stood protectively beside Zimri and the fillies. At first he studied Zimri, clearly remembering the marks on her flesh where Felony had assaulted her. The images of the painted stallion’s weapons pounding into the ground mere inches from the face of his own son. Though it was seasons ago he remembered how he held Rachanna back, away from the scene of blood that would have scarred the young girl further. At last his dark eyes looked at the shaking body of the newborn before he turned again to the big stallion before him. “Sir,” he said respectfully to the man who reigned over the land. “the story is not mine to tell. Please know I bring them here in search of safety, they are in danger on Crossing.” Dark eyes flickered over Vodnik’s body and Tithe’s curling tail flicked across his flanks. “There are many in danger, we have come to you to ask for help.” The colt held his head low, in a partial bow to the stallion of rank. His body still stood solid, standing between the stranger and his charges. It was clear the young man would give up his own life for those who he had come to want to protect. In the sand, Zimri also studied the stallion from behind the supposed safety of Tithe. Instinct had once told her to never trust a situation like this. Now her life had turned and changed. She had trusted Ruger, but Felony had shattered a piece of her again. Tithe came along and had swam between all of them to make sure they would all stay afloat. She felt both her daughters by her side, her youngest shivering against her skin. Lovingly, she ran her nose over Melisma’s body, whispering soft comforts to the newborn filly, assuring her she was safe. Even if it meant they would have to run again for a time. Beside her, Rachanna stood far more solidly than her half sister. Confused and scared, but setting it aside, she stepped forward to put herself beside Tithe. If he was going to defend her family, she was going to stand and fight beside him, too. It was surely something her father would have done. Been loyal and noble, and fought for her family. |
| colt : friesian mix : 16hh : grey (black) FALLO X AMARRANTHE |