Devil's gonna get you if I don't first Posted on October 6, 2019 at 09:42:17 PM by Warsaw
He honesty could not recall if he bred Nova last fall, but he assumed he had when her belly grew large. So much was going on with the Tinuvel herd so after the first few weeks of having Nova here, he had not watched her as much. He gave her some free rein on the Inlet seeing how she did not try to escape him and he had little time to deal with her attitude. Warsaw was too busy trying to work through his lead mare's sudden distance, the attack on his home from Shamwari and then Jabari, and the coming and going of his family.
The heavily pregnant Solaris had moved from the Inlet To Paradise To live with her blood sire and give her 'boyfriend' an easier place to live. Travel came home pregnant after bouncing around the Lagoon for a bit. She seems to like to wander around and meet all the males in the vicinity as well as hunt the stallions down in the Lagoon. Tavas had moved to the Bay to fulfil her dury with Requiem and Ylva had gained herself twins before even giving birth. His relationship with Neon was better and they had a filly bouncimg around. Well, their relationship was better until Vita Nova's birth were she placed herself in an intimate moment between Warsaw and his Queen.
Vita Nova had birth the herd twin heirs. Nothing could break his high, not even watching over two young foals that weren't his surround the colt that was when Ylva gave birth. There was only two mares left to give birth and one was the mare he had not spoken to for some time, Nova. That fiesty black mare that hated his guts. She was fun to fight with on a day he was bored. Warsaw had plenty to do, but seeing what Nova gave birth to was his main priority right now. Dark hooves guide him around the grazing herd and the young that drank from their mother's. He admires all of them, the lives he has created this spring. Neferyt, Torsten, Letavice, and Ironclad. They all were his precious children added among the list of the ones before them. He hoped they all become strong and survived what these islands had to offer them.
Mocha eyes roam the outskirts of the meadow until they find the sleek black mare standing away from the herd as she usually does. This time he takes notice of the filly next to her. The filly was pale in color, stood out nicely against the color of her mother. His lips pressed together tightly as his eyes narrowed on the pair. His legs were moving towards them as soon as the realisation crossed his thoughts, this filly wasn't his own. "I hope you enjoyed whatever fun you had with the father of your young. You won't have such luck next season when I take your belly for my own gain and use that girl for the same thing once she is able." He snorts and flares his nostrils at the pair. He could be more angry, but the birth of two heirs settled him in some way. Replies: