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Posted on May 12, 2020 at 10:06:25 PM by CAIN
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He felt the pull of Geneva's teeth in his mane but the pain was a welcome distraction from the pain in his chest. He knew she wanted him to get up but he couldn't find the strength right now. He only murmured, "Okay." He sighed as he inhaled her sweet scent, feeling her press her face against his for a moment before she spoke to Zubeia. His ears pricked, listening carefully to her sweet words for the small mare and one ear flicked at the name. Zena. So that was the name of his golden daughter. He turned his head to watch Geneva limp away and he scowled, hating that she got hurt on his watch. When he felt a heavy gaze on him, his head turned once more, dark eyes penetrating into those of his beloved Harlequin for a moment. He could tell she wasn't going to come any closer, but the sorrow in her eyes was enough. His ears folded back as he snorted and gazed into her eyes a moment more, finally collecting the strength he needed to slowly get back to his hooves. Grunting with the effort, he shook out his coat and with another sad look at Zubeia, he began to dig. The sand was thick and nonrelenting at first but he kept at it till sweat soaked his coat and his breaths came in short ragged breaths. Finally, it felt deep enough, even with the sand that kept sliding back into the hole. He felt guilty that he was thankful for Zubeia's small size. Grasping her mane, he gently tugged until she fell into the hole. The sound was a hollow thunk that once again ripped at his heart. A tear slid down his cheek as he began pushing the sand back over her body with hose and hooves, closing his eyes to keep the sand out of them as it stuck to his sweaty face. Once the deed was done, he found a few rocks and placed them around her in a circle to mark the grave, knowing that wind and changes to the landscape may move it but it was the only way he knew to mark where she laid. Sighing as he looked over his handiwork, he then moved to the ocean to let the waves wash over his sandy sides. He went deep enough to swim and made sure to dip his head under the water, welcoming the sting of the salt water when he opened his eyes under it. When he finally came back on shore, he shook out his coat and then headed back to where Geneva and the two foals were. He looked around as he got close, noting Scarecrow's absence but figured the stallion wanted to do some patrolling since there had been a recent threat. He would reward the stallion for his actions as he promised he would. Going up to Geneva, he gave a soft whicker, reaching out to touch her muzzle and nibble lovingly at her mane before he turned his attention to the colt and filly. So different, one pure gold and the other as black as night. He smiled as he watched them, reaching out to take in their scents as he nuzzled their flanks. "Another son to strengthen the herd. What did you name him?" He asked Geneva as his dark gaze found hers. He knew they'd discussed names before but he always left it up to the mother in the end. He looked back at the filly. "Zena..." He murmured her name gently. Carbon was very disappointed not to find any food so readily on the large stallion who watched over them, snorting as he continued to bump him with his nose and move his lips over the stallion's shoulder and sides. Where the heck was it? When he saw his mother returning, he let out an eager nicker, sure that she would have food! Tossing his head, he nipped at Zena in his excitement and swished his tail as he wobbled toward the large draft mare. Bumping her with his nose as he had done to Scarecrow, it wasn't long before he found the teats and figured out how to work them. Finally! He nursed his fill, one ear flicked back as the stallion and his mother spoke to each other, though he was only half listening. When the other large stallion came back, he finally drew back to investigate a little more. Reaching out, he nipped at the tobiano's chest, inhaling his scent and the way he so readily touched Carbon's mother like they knew each other. As the stallion reached out to touch him, Carbon snorted and chewed his mouth but the stallion seemed only curious as he looked upon them. Tossing his head, the colt turned back to Zena, reaching out to nip at her flanks in retaliation (couldn't tell you for what). 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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