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Your Queen | ||
The Second None | ||
The Herd Name, Name, Name | The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name | |
Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
The Rules
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Posted on April 23, 2020 at 01:41:34 AM by CAIN
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He trotted down the border line, making sure his markers were still in place and the lines still smelled freshly of himself so other stallions would know this land was taken. In doing so, he could keep up with the other herds as well. Like the fact that Bahadir's scent had been wiped clean of the slate and Shaydowfax had taken back over in the Dunes. Fascinating. He still remembered the first time he met Shaydowfax. He'd been a different stallion then. He remembered flirting with her, offering to sire her children while also threatening the colt she kept hidding in a bush nearby. He shook his head at his own ignorance. He was different now though. Now he respected his mares and admired their independence. He loved his family and his children. He'd taken another stallion and offered him a place in his herd. He even offered to take in a younger colt to teach him but the colt had disappeared off the face of the earth so he didn't know what to make of that. He was gradually adding mares to the herd and they were coming of their own accord instead of him trying to force them. He would never do that again. He made a promise to himself and he planned to keep it. Vihaan and Primrose served as his reminders of how it could hurt someone. Now he may never know their father Shamwari as an ally because of his ignorance. In the meantime, he'd continue on his road to redemption in showing everyone that he was a different stallion now. Vihaan was away taking care of her family, making sure they made it through the war okay. He craved her badly but knew she wouldn't rest until her family was safe and he admired that. Then there was Primrose. His fragile rose, the one he was responsible for hurting. He forced her into the herd and then forced a child on her. She wasn't ready and he took that choice from her. He would never forgive himself for it so he lived the rest of his life to make up for it instead. The thought of losing her graded on him. First to Vasilissa then to Ruger. He felt unworthy of her, unworthy of anyone for a while. Not long after that, he found Scarecrow and thought he could bring more eyes to the borders by having another stallion in the herd. Not so long ago, he would have never allowed it. He hated the idea that once again, Primrose was forced to go somewhere and stay there. He wanted her free but he couldn't even win it for her and he felt like a failure for it. He was only just starting to get his confidence back, first by winning against the two year old stallion, Noctis, then by offering a home to another mare, Mazarine. But still, he couldn't stop worrying bout Primrose and his daughter, Paisley. How big would she be now? Would she even remember her father? Would she blame him for abandoning them? He certainly blamed himself. As if to torture his mind, he came across a familiar scent in the desert. He was sure he got it wrong at first. His mind must be playing jokes on him. Primrose's scent wouldn't be in the desert after all this time. Yet, there it was. It was unmistakable. His head snapped up and his ears swiveled, as if he could will her before him just by thinking it. Could she really be here? Snorting, he spun around and started racing the borders, following the scent. That's when he saw her running toward the waves. Was she....was she leaving? Confused and hurt, he let out a whinny, announcing his approach as he thundered toward her. He didn't want to scare her but desperation made his big hooves fly across the sand and into the water, splashing up all around him as he got closer. When he closed in, he slowed to a trot then a walk, reaching out his muzzle to inhale her scent. "It really is you.." He whispered the words like a prayer, his eyes closing for a second as if to savor her smell. When he reopened them, the confusion was still there, his expression soft, questioning. "Primrose....are you okay? I've been so worried..." His voice trailed off. He stayed out of her space and didn't try to touch her like he wanted to. His gaze swept over her, checking for wounds. She didn't look pregnant either so that was a plus. He'd hate to think that she got subjected to something like that when he couldn't protect her. 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), Carbon(xGeneva), Zena(xZubeia), Twinge(xHarlequin) photo by JNix@Shutterstock |
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- any other name would smell as sweet - By Primrose May 12, 2020 at 07:21:10 PM
- bite me - By CAIN May 12, 2020 at 11:29:59 PM
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