Though the roughly painted scarlet steed had only seen five winters, he felt seasoned enough to be eight. All the stress of responsibility really added to one’s age, he was finding out. He had felt so alive and young with his previous alpha mare. She was thought more of as his better half and soul mate, than just the lead mare. But the reality that she was not coming back struck a nerve deep down inside him. He had avoided the other mares for a few days, concerned he would snap at them, like he had almost done poor yscha. Having been a traveling bachelor only just recently, was still fresh in his mind, and during his few days of isolation, he had been fighting the urge to just disappear. Moving on was harder than it seemed. But he knew it was what his girl would have wanted him to do.
Sighing heavily, as if it was his last breath, he knew he needed to interact with his mares. Even if he was not feeling his oats… so to speak, it didn’t mean he should take it out on his mares. They knew nothing of the reality of his hardships, and vis versa. The stag thought a moment and wondered whom he should visit first. Vivianna was first to creep into his cranium. The high maintenance mare had definitely left an impression on him. The desire and need not only to want to please her, but the fact that she also demanded it was a catch 22. His girl had been somewhat like vivianna, in the sense that a true lady was demanding of respect, knew she deserved it, and treated herself like it and acted like it. And vivianna was all that. Even at the ripe young age she was, the painted silver flicka knew she deserved only the best, and that drove Kieron to want to provide her with only the best.
With this determination set in gear, he set out on a mission to find the starlet. Was it sixth sense he felt, that pulled him in the direction of the sea? The shore at this time, with the humidity of a storm approaching, was enough to entice any curious victim to its shores. It was this inevitable pull that got the stallion motivated to start seriously thinking about filling the lead mare’s title. To any stupid idiot who thought they did not need the mares to survive and could do without, were completely brainless and clueless. A stallion can only fill the void of having a life long companion for so long with the emptiness of his land. Fighting for someone, instead of something, was a lot more rewarding and fulfilling.
He desperately pleaded with the gods above that vivianna had not left yet. He could already feel his heart braking all over again. His pulse was quickening, and he found his piston’s churning faster and faster, until they could go no faster. Swiftly, his bulky physique intertwined through the tightly knit trees. Auditors were slipped underneath his mid-length mane, and what tail he did manage to have, was getting snagged on the bark. He was racing for his life. He had been on the other side of the forest, but every second counted. If vivianna had decided to leave, he didn’t blame her, but this was also the perfect time to do so.
Kieron felt as if vivianna had been given to him by his soul mate, as a chance to move on, and another, like her, to live for. Sure there were the other mares that appealed to his desires and needs, but vi… he needed her. Sweat beaded together with the stickiness of the humidity, and a dip into the refreshing waters didn’t sound too bad at this point. Maybe vi and him could cool off together. With this thought in mind, he found one more gear, hitting the red line on his speedometer. All one would see fleeing across the small-enclosed meadow was a furry of red, bee lining towards the water’s edge. One more set off woven trees to weave through and he would be home free.
It was all he could do, to suppress his need to call out to vivianna. Not wanting to give his location away to anyone. As he reached the edge of the never-ending thicket, he saw his maiden, basking under the moon’s light, illuminating her majestic and fairy tale like figure. He came to a wildly quick and very controlled halt. Not lifting an inch of sand out of place. With all the momentum he had built up with the speed he was traveling, it was like the god’s had blessed him with the grace of a danseur. He took a moment to collect himself and bring his breathing back to its normal rhythm, before his appendages moved his frame closer to the mare.
“Good evening, Vivianna.”
His auds peeked out from his locks, unsettling his forelock, with some strays sticking up and out to the side. His visionaries were gentle and searching her, trying to read everything about her, like an intriguing novel he could not give up.
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