Favala has not yet blessed him.
Countless times he has watched over mares in his herd giving birth, but neither of those times were they his own. He had still been traveling to the islands last breeding season so he lost another year to bring forth his own youth. There was always this coming autumn, but he could also be dead before then.
On top of all this stress and his since of urgency for foals, he still had his morals. He would not, could not, pressure anyone to give themselves to him. He still held hope for a soul mate and wished her to bear his first, possibly only, child, but at this rate he couldn't be picky. Even if the baby momma didnt see eye to eye with him he would find a way to live his remaining time with that fact. It was all to keep the legacy going. By legacy, he meant his mother's not his father's. His sire had spread his bloodline acrossed the deserts far away and various valleys like the one he was born in. He had plenty of chances for grandchildren, but Cap was his mother's eldest son.
Hikea had two sons, but it wasn't known if the youngest had any children so it was left up to Cap. He had many sisters who all had children, or were pregnant, but they carried the line of the male they bred to. At least that was how society saw it.
Enough. His life choices couldn't be changed now and at least he had made the decision not to settle down before he was ready.
Salty waves tossed him side-to-side as he made the journey from Salem to the commons. He would once again try his hand at gaining a herd member since the last mare he breifly spoke with never showed up. He wondered if Kerr swallowed her up in the sea. He tried not to think such things, but death ruled him as it did most. We won't even mention the fact of Kerr pratically nipping at his weary hooves. The frosted chesnut dragged his tired body from the sea and shook the water from his wirey frame.
He decided then to change his surroundings and go somewhere else, the falls. It was been years since he last set his brown eyes on the roaring waters of the falls, but he remembered it to be beautiful. Long limbs carried him at a slow pace until the sound of running water grew loud. He quietly pulled up close to the water's edge and lowered his lips to gently kiss the surface. He sipped at the cold liquid until his eyes saw the ripples caused by movement in the water nearby.
His head lifted as his eyes trailed the water to the figure drinking nearby. It was obvious she didn't know he was there and he doubtes that was even crossing her mind in her state. He quickly noticed the gash on her skull and the mess of her hair. She was young too, very beautiful, and he instantly felt a stick to his heart. Softly, his voice rose in a whinny to alert her of his presence before speaking and stepping around the body of water towards her. "Are you alright miss?" He stops a few steps away. "Has someone harmed you?" His face became engulfed with concern for her.
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