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Posted on March 22, 2020 at 07:07:48 AM by Solomon
Solomon
They had fire, he'd give them that. He can't deny that her surprised outburst and cry weren't making him feel some type of way, but the painted stallion had no intention of dragging home a crippled colt that wasn't even of his own blood. Not only would he have to provide him with food and sustenance, but he'd also be responsible for his well being and the risk that he would try to have his own way with the other mares Solomon would eventually claim.
There were far too many risks to outweigh the relief it might have caused his new mare.
He is glad to see that the colt at least has some sense and backs away from Solomon's threats of violence. Experience notwithstanding, he had nearly a hand and a half on the colt and was no growing child. If the palomino stud colt refused to move, Sol had every intention of making him do so.
He drives towards the young male again, even as he answers. His ears remain buried in his dark chocolate colored mane as he continues positioning himself between them.
"I have no use of him." He hisses, snapping in his general direction again. There is a thread of annoyance in his voice at having to explain such basic life lessons to the pair. At the colt's protest, Sol chuckles grimly and offers up a hard won life lesson. "If you wanted to protect your precious sister, you shouldn't have brought her here, kid. She's mine whether you like it or not. Now go on, or I'll make sure you don't make the swim home."
With that threat issued, he doubles back toward the mare he'd marked, neck arched tautly with the excitement of the situation. He keeps one eye on the boy until he reaches the mare again. Pleased with his conquest, he reaches out toward her shoulder again, alert for any attempt at retaliation from the mare before caressing the spot he'd marked more gently. While Sol wouldn't be particularly bothered if she hated him, it was not ultimately his end goal.
Life in the Cove would be much more pleasant for all involved if she just accepted the reality of what had just happened.
The scent of heat clings to her skin and he smiles against her before pulling away to speak again, this time without the same harshness he had offered to her brother. "Come now, girl. It's time for us to go home."
There were far too many risks to outweigh the relief it might have caused his new mare.
He is glad to see that the colt at least has some sense and backs away from Solomon's threats of violence. Experience notwithstanding, he had nearly a hand and a half on the colt and was no growing child. If the palomino stud colt refused to move, Sol had every intention of making him do so.
He drives towards the young male again, even as he answers. His ears remain buried in his dark chocolate colored mane as he continues positioning himself between them.
"I have no use of him." He hisses, snapping in his general direction again. There is a thread of annoyance in his voice at having to explain such basic life lessons to the pair. At the colt's protest, Sol chuckles grimly and offers up a hard won life lesson. "If you wanted to protect your precious sister, you shouldn't have brought her here, kid. She's mine whether you like it or not. Now go on, or I'll make sure you don't make the swim home."
With that threat issued, he doubles back toward the mare he'd marked, neck arched tautly with the excitement of the situation. He keeps one eye on the boy until he reaches the mare again. Pleased with his conquest, he reaches out toward her shoulder again, alert for any attempt at retaliation from the mare before caressing the spot he'd marked more gently. While Sol wouldn't be particularly bothered if she hated him, it was not ultimately his end goal.
Life in the Cove would be much more pleasant for all involved if she just accepted the reality of what had just happened.
The scent of heat clings to her skin and he smiles against her before pulling away to speak again, this time without the same harshness he had offered to her brother. "Come now, girl. It's time for us to go home."
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