Your King Asmodeus | ||
Your Queen | ||
The Second None | ||
The Herd Name, Name, Name | The Sub-Herd Name, Name, Name | |
Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
The Rules
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Posted on November 6, 2019 at 00:00:07 AM by CAIN
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They were practically strangers to each other but he figured she'd probably let him cover her for about the same reasons as he chose to cover her. It was just a bonus that she decided to follow him back here. Now he would get to protect her and his unborn child and even get to see it grow. He knew in an environment like this, it would be sure to be a strong sturdy foal, built to last. After all, he was raised in way worse conditions and look how he turned out. He knew from the moment he'd laid eyes on the mare that she wasn't meek either, but he was okay with that. As long as she knew who her leader was and looked to him for protection instead of fighting back like the other mares he'd come across, they would get along just fine. As he approached, she raised her head and tail. His ears flicked back a little, eyes narrowing as he lifted his own head in dominance but other than that, he'd let her have her little show. As long as she knew that he would push back harder if needed to gain her respect. She gave her name as Geneva and he nodded in acknowledgement. "Then it's a pleasure to finally meet you officially, Geneva." See? He could be polite when he really tried. Not that it would become a usual thing, though. He watched as she looked around before commenting that the desert was hot for the thicker haired breeds. He snorted and tossed his mane. "An easy climate would breed weak horses. I believe in growing up in harsh conditions to make one durable and strong. I grew up in a dirt pen." He threw out just a tidbit of his own history, if only to prove to her that he himself had grown up in a bad enviroment himself. He wasn't just going to put his herd through it for the hell of it. As he breathed in her scent, his skin lit on fire. She still smelled of the breeding season. He was still dying to get some more mares beneath him. He glanced around then back at her. "Would you like a tour, Geneva?" Cain_stallion_5yo_Gypsy Vanner Mutt_16.3hh_black and white tobiano coat_white mane & tail_dark brown eyes_bound to none_Salem Desert photo by happinesseater@deviantart |
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- The Race of Women - By Geneva November 6, 2019 at 01:54:46 PM
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- The Race of Women - By Geneva November 9, 2019 at 06:38:03 AM
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- The Race of Women - By Geneva November 14, 2019 at 01:26:01 PM
- bite me - By CAIN November 19, 2019 at 02:12:13 AM
- The Race of Women - By Geneva November 14, 2019 at 01:26:01 PM
- bite me - By CAIN November 11, 2019 at 02:20:15 AM
- The Race of Women - By Geneva November 9, 2019 at 06:38:03 AM
- bite me - By CAIN November 7, 2019 at 02:16:12 AM
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