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The Second None | ||
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Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
The Rules
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Posted on March 23, 2020 at 10:56:22 PM by CAIN
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He could see the softness of affection in Geneva's eyes as she looked him over and he gave a reassuring nicker in response, not wanting her to worry about him. He could handle a few bumps and bruises. As she told him she supposed fighting for mares was a normal thing, he tilted his head to look at her, his expression hurt. "This wasn't about expanding the herd, Geneva. It was about protecting those already in it. I haven't stolen anyone's herd members and yet someone dared to steal one of mine. I would fight with everything I've got for each of you without question. That is my duty as your protector." His soft gaze searched her face, wanting to know that she understood. This wasn't about ego or pride for him. Primrose was his responsibility and he owed it to her and Paisley not to give up. She suddenly pulled back from his grooming and he scowled thoughtfully, afraid that he might have hurt her feelings or got too rough with his teeth again. But then she said that she wanted to become the lead mare and asked his opinion. He snorted softly before nodding. "I don't mind. I was hoping all the mares would bond and choose a leader but if this is how you want to do it, then I support you." His gaze wandered toward Zubeia then as she nickered and he smiled and tossed his head in response, inviting her closer if she wanted to talk as well. He was very hesitant about breeding her because of her size but she was adamant about it and he didn't want to tell her no. She seemed to want a child so badly. He hoped she wasn't in too much pain from the process but it was a delicate matter so he wouldn't ask in front of another mare. A hiss of air went through his teeth as he felt someone poke a fresh wound. Flicking an ear, he turned his head to Legolas and winced against as he poked another wound. "A little bit. But pain just reminds us that we're alive. It is a matter of pride to bleed for the defense of one's herd." He wanted his sons to know these important things for when they someday lead herds of their own. As he glanced against toward Zubeia, he smiled softly. "Are you well, Zubeia? Any more word from your herd?" He knew she would know what he was talking about. He hated to remind her of painful memories but he also didn't want her to think she needed to keep it from him if she did hear something. He wouldn't make her stay and he would help in any way he could. Cain_stallion_6yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert Father to: Akello(xVihaan), Legolas(xGeneva), Paisley(xPrimrose) photo by JNix@Shutterstock |
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- The Race of Women - By Geneva March 23, 2020 at 11:14:14 PM
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- The Race of Women - By Geneva March 24, 2020 at 03:36:47 PM
- bite me - By CAIN March 25, 2020 at 00:46:45 AM
- The Race of Women - By Geneva March 24, 2020 at 03:36:47 PM
- bite me - By CAIN March 24, 2020 at 01:06:40 AM
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