Your King Asmodeus | ||
Your Queen | ||
The Second None | ||
The Herd Name, Name, Name | The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name | |
Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
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Posted on December 3, 2019 at 02:02:06 AM by CAIN
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He appreciated the way Geneva seemed to take everything in stride. She was a sturdy mare, just as her body build suggested. Even though she could whine and complain about the heat and the scarce food, she chose to adapt and he liked that. She would make a good mother to his children. He hoped to have more than one with her. They would be sure to build a strong herd. Why couldn't more mares on the islands be like her? They were truly rare around here, mares who were used to the traditional way of doing things, who allowed stallions to lead them and protect them. It was the only way Cain had ever known and he'd grown up in those fences, only dreaming of the day he could do it himself. This was his first chance at getting to defend a herd and raise some foals and he didn't plan on failing. As she groomed him, he shifted closer, his back arching in pleasure as she got a good spot. He wanted to give her pleasure as well so he moved his teeth, trying not to be so rough, so unlike his character. But when his mares pleased him, he also wanted to please in return and so he worked at it until she quivered to his touch and gave a sound of contentment. He felt a rise of pride in himself, glad that he could do something right. He wondered how his mares were getting along, if any of them had ventured around the herd to find each other yet. When she said she wanted to walk, he nodded. "Of course." He nudged his head, gesturing for her to lead and he would step in beside her. As she went into a trot, he tossed his head and sped up as well, prancing beside her and arching his thick neck. When they reached the oasis, she dipped her head and he did the same, lowering his head beside hers to take a drink as well. When he lifted his head, he chewed and licked at the excess water before turning to her. "Have you thought about names?" He gestured toward her rounding belly with a smirk as he swished his tail. Was that something mares did, thought up names for their unborn children? Would she see the excitement in his eyes to finally be a father? Cain_stallion_5yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert photo by happinesseater@deviantart |
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- The Race of Women - By Geneva December 12, 2019 at 00:28:01 AM
- bite me - By CAIN December 16, 2019 at 11:41:46 PM
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