uneasy is the head
That wears the crown
You need to get yourself together. You need to be able to talk calmly with your herd. You need to lead - especially as Nova is due to give birth soon. You are going to be a father, sort of. The idea sent a pleasant jolt through his spine. True, he had not sired her foal, but he would raise the colt or filly as his own. Opening his wild eyes, the brute was surprised to see a figure hurtling toward him. Black,velvet ears flickered back toward his skull at first - unsure who or what it was until her bright, white coat and fine structure became more visible. Orkaan instantly went from defensive to surprised but was not quick enough to move from her path. Their collide was a gentle one, just her muzzle hitting his shoulder.
Snorting, the raven and snow painted stallion flicked his tail across his hide and tried to recompose himself from his earlier frustrations. Jaci couldn’t seem him like that, not only because he was afraid of the things he could do when he was angry, but also because he was a King. Meant to show strength at all times. Being King can be lonely, but you must never let someone see your weakness. If you must, choose one woman. Trustworthy. Respectable. Someone who will never seek to use it against you. Owdeht’s gentle reminder in the back of his head. Her lessons when he was a colt always guiding him. ”So it has - as long as it brings you to me and not another man I am happy. Everyone needs a good run now and again,” the hellion tried to force some of their usual banter and playfulness into his voice but found himself lacking. Part of what he said held a harsher truth, him being the only stallion in her life that is, but the rest was true in a much more lighthearted way. Running was a beautiful thing, lending the mind an escape through the body.
”I’d have loved to join you for a run if it were not for my...recent injuries.” Though Evren had only escaped because of his episode, she had still manage to cause harm to his front legs in their recent battle.
Amber optics roamed across his terrain, still burning with the fury of his defeat. Spring was settling in, warming his tundra of a home just enough that they’d not need the caves for awhile. Snow still powdered the ground but it already felt warmer. The waves less icy, the wind less demanding. Soon it would be nice enough for him to make another trip to the crossing isle so that he might find other herd members to join them. Perhaps he could also visit his allies, Mariael and Persephone. He’d yet to see either of their homes for himself.
Turning his crown back to Jaci he half-smiled at the pretty girl. ”My apologies if I seem distracted. Tell me, is there anything you’d like to do on this lovely day?”
orkaan
male | friesian mutt | inlet king | kittyha's lost soul