Common

Solomon

He'd been unable to go back to sleep after his interaction with the spotted mare on the shore of his new home. The testosterone crawling in his veins refused to simmer down, and despite his attempts to wear it out, he still felt a need to conquer something.

So he'd swum back to the Commons. It was against his better judgement, if he was being honest. He'd been unable to sway Coda to giving him a child, and her distrust of him was still going strong. It was risky to leave the grey alone, but he had to do something with pent up energy, or he would only make the situation at home worse. The knowledge that they were all new was also hit or miss; he was hoping it would bring them closer in the same way that it had in his previous herd, but he was well aware it could swing in the opposite direction.

Mares were often fickle creatures.

Despite the swim, he danced lithely onshore, neck bowed and waterlogged tail draped out behind him like a flag. After shaking off the worst of the ocean's embrace, he turned his green eyes to the treeline of the Commons to see if there was anything new for him to take home. It didn't take long for him to find her - alone, thankfully. She, like Quinn at home, was palomino in coloration with attractive white stockings that trailed invitingly up her hind legs.

She would more than do for his purposes. Solomon paused for only a moment to double check for other stallions before calling out to her, a low rumbling baritone. His white socked legs flashed as he trotted toward her, neck bowed and nostrils flared. He could still smell the season on her, which only made the possessiveness inside of him, further fueled by the upswing of testosterone, flare into overdrive.

The handome man offered her a crooked grin but doesn't stop at what would normally be considered a polite distance for conversation, and instead moves close enough to touch her. His charcoal lips reach for her shoulder and then part as he places his claim over her. Solomon doesn't immediately pull away though, the pleasure at having found such a pretty thing alone and having been able to mark her as his has sated the worst of his impulses and he caresses the spot he marked before pulling away.

Much calmly he stepped to a more appropriate distance to guage her reaction, black rimmed ears tipped toward her. "Hello darling."

A grin spreads across his charcoal lips. "Forgive the rush. Didn't want anyone getting the wrong impression since I plan to take up all of your attention."

He does chuckle then, as a self effacing sort of gesture. Solomon is full of himself, but not to the point of thinking she will only think of him. If he had his way, he could give her plenty of other things to think about. "I'm Solomon. What can I call you?"

He does keep his attention on the girl for the vast majority of the time, but he cannot help raising his gaze to the treeline on occasion to check for any other threats to his peace of mind.

Dutch Harness Horse Mutt | Champagne Grullo Tobiano Stallion | 17 Hands | The Cove