Common
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Posted on March 25, 2020 at 01:13:31 AM by CAIN
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He didn't know why he kept finding himself more and more in the free lands after his losing streak but somehow it helped him focus on what was important. He needed to tend to his herd and make sure they kept surviving. Even two members down, he wouldn't give up on the others who still called the Desert home. He would keep fighting for Primrose's freedom and keep trying to find allies in the open lands as well. Maybe he'd find a mare to bring home or maybe he'd even find a stallion that wanted a place to hang their head. Cain never thought he'd be entertaining the idea of having another stallion around the place, but he was starting to think on it a little more. He worried for the safety of his mares every time he stepped away from Salem and when he went to battle, he worried about them. It kept him distracted and that was no way to keep them safe. But how did one find loyal stallions who wouldn't turn on him the first chance they got? How did he knew they would treat his mares with the respect they deserved? It wasn't going to be easy, but he would do his best to keep an open mind. He washed up on the shores of the Common and looked around, shaking out the water from his coat as he let out a snort to clear his nostrils. Lifting his head, he soon made out two figures standing not too far away. One seemed to be an older stallion with a graying coat who didn't hold himself like he was in the best health. His coat was dull and his muscles were thinner, less nourished than most stallions in their prime. He held himself neutral compared to the young mare across from him though. Cain took in the cocked back leg and the way he held himself as if to show how harmless he was. It could either be a ploy or a good tactic to calm any nerves the mare might have about approaching a strange stallion. It seemed to be working, either way. The mare looked open and curious, worried even if the softness of her gaze as she spoke to him said anything. She was a pretty bay roan but looked mature enough to have had a foal or two. Her eyes were still full of life and she didn't mind sharing to the stallion and asking about himself. At one point, she seemed to doubt her own words, her posture withdrawing for a second, but Cain was still too far away to hear the words. By the time he walked close enough to hear them, she was saying that she just needed to stretch her legs and her lead stallion wouldn't take kindly to her asking the stallion to join. She smelled of a herd, Warsaw's herd. Cain tried not to let the distaste show on his features as he dipped his head in greeting to both and stopped a few feet away from both, giving them their space so neither felt threatened. The stallion didn't smell of a herd but that didn't mean he didn't just wash it off in the ocean. Cain pricked his ears between the two and swished his dripping tail at his own flanks. "Sorry to intrude but I overheard and needed some leg stretching of my own. I'm Cain." His gaze swept to the stallion. "If you need a place to call home and don't mind a little heat, I'm not averse to you coming to Salem." He offered. 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 |
Replies:
- oh, i haven't got a brain - By S C A R E C R O W March 25, 2020 at 07:43:29 PM
- -Glow- - By Neon March 25, 2020 at 07:54:27 PM
- Cont. in the Desert - By DarQ March 28, 2020 at 02:59:31 AM
- -Glow- - By Neon March 25, 2020 at 07:54:27 PM
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