I would honestly love you now,
But I would lovingly let you down.
He pulls his hulking, wet frame onto the shore and stands stiffly, his jaws clenched, as he looks at the dark jungle which lay ahead. He snorts once, trying to muster up the mental fortitude to walk into the territory, knowing the silver bay stallion and his herd awaited his arrival, somewhere, sometime, deep inside. But he couldn't shake this deflated feeling. Instead, the painted stallion toils around in the warm sand, drying his salty coat under a blanket of stars. If the territory had been owned by any other brute, maybe Jabari could have appreciated the beauty of it. But given the circumstances, this place would forever be stained.
One copper ear flicks back against his poll when a familiar voice cuts through the sea breeze and crashing waves. He cocks his head to one side, but can't make her silhouette out in the darkness. So he pivots, slowly, in the sand to face her. And there she stood: Calypso.
He watches behind blue eyes as her soft, creamy muzzle is extended his way. Then something cracks open within him.
She is his beacon, his brief bit of a light in all this darkness, as she had been before. He whickers weakly to her, as a salty sheen of tears build in his eyelids. He closes his eyes then hard, to suppress the tears, but a single one rolls down the length of his blotched cheek. Jabari's pink nostrils flare then, and he takes a step forward, extending his muzzle to meet her own. The soft, brief touch sends a chill down the length of his spine.
But Jabari is spiraling. Grief, anger, despair, guilt bubble underneath the surface. They collide brashly with these feelings of lust, love, and appreciation for the mare standing before him. "Calypso." He manages to say, in a tone barely more audible than a whisper. His eyes search for her brilliant emerald ones as he steps even closer. He breathes in her scent, pressing his muzzle to her neck before falling into her deeply, his shoulder against hers, and his head coming to rest over the small of his back, should she permit the embrace.
Stallion | Brienne x Shamwari | Chesnut Overo | 15.2 h| Photo © Carina Mailwald | © Vinyl |
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