Solomon

Fury boiled in his blood.

He had known this was a risk, bringing the little gray home against her will, especially when she refused his advances. It was dangerous to leave Coda alone with only Quinn for company, but he'd been foolishly overconfident.

The tobiano had returned home from his venture with the pretty mare in the Commons to find his home half empty, or so it felt. Coda's scent had disappeared into the ocean and not come back out and he was furious. There was little to suggest that she would return, given her hatred of him and he knew that he had to act fast if he were to cut off her escape attempt.

When she had proposed her freedom in their first conversation on Cove soil, he had considered it seriously. Not letting her go, of course. But to find her somewhere that she would find more acceptable. Solomon was a covetous creature, a collector of all things unique, but he did not want a bad apple locked in his land with nothing to do but to ruin what he had built. He would find her something else.

Or he would have. If she had not done this.

He stands on the shores of the Cove, the ocean's touch still dribbling down his coat and considers his options. There is a chance that she could simply be trying to go to one of the other common areas, to try and gather someone's sympathy, but that is not the smartest move, he thinks. No, there was one place a mare could go where she was certain to find sympathy.

Growling with distaste the tobiano plunges back into the water, this time bound for the Peak.

He has to search to find her scent on the shores of the Peak. It seems as though the mare had not swam the shortest path, as though perhaps she was lost or unsure of her target. It didn't matter though, for despite the exasperation that colored his thoughts, he finally found her scent, still ripe with the season. With long strides the followed her into the mists until at last her lithe form is found and he skids to a halt, his hooves sending the loose pebbles flying.

He wasn't attempting to be stealthy.

"Of course I am, Coda." His face is tight with anger, but caution tempers it. There is perhaps some small smidgen of a chance that she will settle in his herd if he plays his cards right. Despite his anger, this is still his goal. Even if her compliance wasn't what he wanted, now is not the time to punish her. Not with the Peaks around them, sheltering the denizens of the mare's only herd.

"What kind of stallion would I be, if I were not here to protect my mares." He keeps his distance from the mare, though his ears remain tipped back and his multi-colored tail lashes at his haunches. His green eyes rise to the scenery barely visible through the surroundings and he continues, knowing her penchant for not responding to him. "I can find you somewhere else to live Coda, but I will not let you steal from me."

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