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Posted on July 27, 2020 at 07:27:40 AM by Solomon
Solomon
Solomon has stayed away for the sake of his herd, restricting his travel to sporadic trips to the Meadow or the Falls only when he is assured of his family's safety. His family is arguably more protected now than the ever had been with the addition of Warsaw and his growing sons, and yet Solomon was filled with more unease than ever before.
It felt in no small part like he was sitting on a giant powderkeg.
Still, he had been restless at home. Sabriel's face still haunted his dreams and he'd had no small amount of time in which to reflect upon his actions. Somewhere out there she remained free and unprotected, her body already likely taking to the child that he'd placed within her womb. In hindsight, he recognized now that he had gone too far, too fast, but there was little that could be done for it.
As he had with Marzanna, he began to search.
This time, he is mindful of the Peak and of the various reasons the witchy women would want to come after him, and expends his restless energy in a swim instead. When he finally pulls himself ashore on the northernmost edge of the Commons, his breath puffs steadily into the chill fall air in small vapor clouds. The cold hardly has time to grab his attention before his eyes lock onto the slender mare that glitters against the stormy blue-grey of the ocean.
Hungrily he watches her saunter toward him, seemingly oblivious of his position in her path. The rich honey hue of her coat fades across her body to a pale blonde across her body and he finds himself unable to look away from her. Stubbornly the lean tobiano remains in her path, a playful smirk already threading it's way onto his lips as he wonders just how close she will come before she notices his position.
In truth, she is nearly upon him before her feminine face lifts in question and he grins as she appraises him. Her laissez-faire attitude of interrogation is new to him and he chuckles in mild surprise, having expected something far more dramatic from such a pretty mare. Girls like her were the type to easily catch anyone's eye, and even if he were not as partial to golden mares as he was, Solomon would have found himself drawn to her. Usually, those type of girls either lived on the attention their looks might garner, or greeted suitors with claws extended.
Both were probably fair reactions, considering Fall still saturated the land with the scent of mares in heat.
"Solomon." He says simply at first, his gaze dancing with mirth. "Of the Cove." Tilting his head, he offers her the same question. "And who are you, little dancer?"
The lean tobiano unbows the arch of his neck to offer her his muzzle to exchange breaths with her, eager to feel even the delicate skin of her muzzle against his own. As he withdraws, he shifts nimbly to the side so that there is a clear path for her to continue. "Mind if I join you?"
His eyes glitter with mischief as he gestures, but he ducks them away momentarily to scan the treeline. He has not marked this girl, not wanting to startle her just yet, but he knows he will not be the only one to take notice of such a pretty gem.
It felt in no small part like he was sitting on a giant powderkeg.
Still, he had been restless at home. Sabriel's face still haunted his dreams and he'd had no small amount of time in which to reflect upon his actions. Somewhere out there she remained free and unprotected, her body already likely taking to the child that he'd placed within her womb. In hindsight, he recognized now that he had gone too far, too fast, but there was little that could be done for it.
As he had with Marzanna, he began to search.
This time, he is mindful of the Peak and of the various reasons the witchy women would want to come after him, and expends his restless energy in a swim instead. When he finally pulls himself ashore on the northernmost edge of the Commons, his breath puffs steadily into the chill fall air in small vapor clouds. The cold hardly has time to grab his attention before his eyes lock onto the slender mare that glitters against the stormy blue-grey of the ocean.
Hungrily he watches her saunter toward him, seemingly oblivious of his position in her path. The rich honey hue of her coat fades across her body to a pale blonde across her body and he finds himself unable to look away from her. Stubbornly the lean tobiano remains in her path, a playful smirk already threading it's way onto his lips as he wonders just how close she will come before she notices his position.
In truth, she is nearly upon him before her feminine face lifts in question and he grins as she appraises him. Her laissez-faire attitude of interrogation is new to him and he chuckles in mild surprise, having expected something far more dramatic from such a pretty mare. Girls like her were the type to easily catch anyone's eye, and even if he were not as partial to golden mares as he was, Solomon would have found himself drawn to her. Usually, those type of girls either lived on the attention their looks might garner, or greeted suitors with claws extended.
Both were probably fair reactions, considering Fall still saturated the land with the scent of mares in heat.
"Solomon." He says simply at first, his gaze dancing with mirth. "Of the Cove." Tilting his head, he offers her the same question. "And who are you, little dancer?"
The lean tobiano unbows the arch of his neck to offer her his muzzle to exchange breaths with her, eager to feel even the delicate skin of her muzzle against his own. As he withdraws, he shifts nimbly to the side so that there is a clear path for her to continue. "Mind if I join you?"
His eyes glitter with mischief as he gestures, but he ducks them away momentarily to scan the treeline. He has not marked this girl, not wanting to startle her just yet, but he knows he will not be the only one to take notice of such a pretty gem.
Replies:
- the heart is a weapon - By callow July 27, 2020 at 12:05:40 PM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon July 28, 2020 at 08:52:41 AM
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