Common

Solomon

It had taken months, but he finally felt like himself again.

Losing as many herd members as he had to the strange wave of disappearances in Spring had shaken him, although he was loathe to admit it. Of those he had lost, Harley Quinn had hit the hardest. She had been the founding member of his herd, the first to carry his child in this new world. Much of his initial reaction had been anger, both at himself and at her.

Wherever she had gone, she had taken his peace of mind with her.

It was often on the golden mare that his thoughts lingered as he skirted the edges of the Peak on the path to the Common grounds. After all, the witch Wasp had once sought to steal her away. She had failed of course. Solomon was far too possessive of his trinkets to so easily allow a stranger to take them away. This trip was a mild risk, even though he knew Daciana and Marzanna would protect the rest. He needed to get out, stretch his legs and think over the state of the world.

The Commons provides sufficient distraction from even this task, and a glimmer catches his eye. Eagerly, he orients to it, curious to find the source. Golden mares were his weakness, and the commons seemed to feed his addiction with regularity.

Ahead stood a slender mare, her figure reminiscent of the bay stallion of the Dunes that he had bargained with months ago. The similarities seem to stop there, for she is a bright ray of sunshine against the verdant green of the Commons. Young and alone, as yet unspoiled by the other opportunistic stallions of the Isles. She is a veritable beacon for his attention, and he is helpless to resist. A dark line of fur snakes up her back, calling out an invitation to him to trace the line of her flesh with his muzzle. It has taken only moments, but Solomon has already decided she will come home to the Cove with him.

Pride arches the strong lines of his neck as he trots toward the mare, a warm nicker announcing his intentions. A part of him wants to simply chase her from here, to sequester her safely in the Cove where he might get to know her without the prying eyes of other stallions. Experience, however, has taught him that this approach is easily thwarted by the denizens of the Peak and Lagoon.

"It's a rare treat to find someone so pretty still alone here." A grin winds its way onto his charcoal lips as he slows to a halt before her. "Usually some lucky fool beats me to the punch."

Inclining his head slightly, he continues with mirth dancing in his tone. "Guess I'm the lucky one today."

He stretches his muzzle forward for a traditional exchange of breaths, while watching to see what her reaction was to his commentary.

"I'm Solomon, of the Cove." The grin on his lips widens as he waits for her reply. The giddiness of being out and about on a beautiful day, talking to a gorgeous mare lends him a certain lightheartedness that he's missed these past few months and he's eager to do a little bit of playing.

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