After everything you’ve done, I can thank you for how strong I’ve become
Who his father was, Orkaan couldn’t tell you. The spineless brute had left before his son was born, leaving Sterkte to raise him on her own. For this reason, he held a long standing grudge against the man. Even if his mother had not been in love with him, even if she didn’t need him, the stallion should have been there. He should have been around to teach the tobiano colt things he needed to know. Instead, he had to figure it out for himself, through his grandmother’s stories of his grandfather: the great Het Vuur. One of the only men Owdeht had ever respected. Het Vuur, purebred Friesian, King of Tinuvel, the one that he got his amber eyes from and perhaps his temper as well.
In all his life, there had never been someone as intriguing as Jaci. A untouched, unblemished beauty of life and light. A mind that Orkaan looked forward to knowing beyond her appearance, a mind from someplace beyond the islands he’d always known as home. Stories he had never heard. Just the idea was enough to make the draft stallion prance about in delight. He didn’t, of course, he didn’t need anyone getting wind of that kind of behaviour. Of course there was also her curious, sapphire eyes. They ranged across him and stared into his own orbs, examining him as much as he examined her. How unflinching and wonderful, anyone would puff with pride at the admiration he was receiving from her gaze. Yes, someone would certainly try to take her. He felt himself become instantly possessive of the snowy femme. Already, two had attempted to steal someone from him and there was no doubt others would be lurking. ”You would be quite the prize for a raiding stallion,” he replied, highly pleased as she moved closer to his black and white painted frame.
”I am sure the others of the herd will protect you as well, I have high hopes that you will all be close.”
A close herd stayed together. They fought together, they learned together, they bonded and remained at each other’s sides. That was what Orkaan wanted, though it was a different vision than his grandfather’s herd.
”I certainly look forward to all the stories we’ll share.” Grinning, the brute decides that there is nothing to ruin his current good mood. Jaci’s company having set him high in the clouds, his victory like an emblem on his chest. What more could he have hoped for? It seemed that the gods, whoever or whatever they may be, where shinning down on him. Her soft touch seems to reach into his very core, warming him though winter fell around them. Dora allowed him closer now but he’d not ventured to touch Zephyra again. He had craved the simplest of touches, those that communicated things words could not, and it seemed Jaci had appeared in just the right time.
Lowering his crown the behemoth gently touched his whiskered maw to her nape, pushing back a small strand of her mane and inhaling her smell. ”The night is indeed the most beautiful and intriguing time of a day. My grandmother used to tell all sorts of tales beneath the stars, always with a lesson in mind. She loved the moon more than she loved more other equines. We have a wonderful stretch of sky in the Inlet, I cannot wait to show it to you.”
orkaan
male | friesian mutt | inlet king | kittyha's lost soul