The Lost Islands
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She could smell other mares on his coat when he got closer and a possessive part of her hated it. She knew a lead stallion would touch all of his mares, breed his mares. But would he think of them as he did her? Would he forget her if he had them? She hated this doubt that only he could bring out in her, this weakness. He fought for her. That should mean something. It did. But her mind was left wondering all those weeks he left her on the Ridge. She could practically see the relief on his face when he got closer to her, inspecting her as if to see if she was hurt. Like Liland wouldn't match if he'd even dared to touch her. He chose to tease her, telling her he said he would come, not when. She snorted and tossed her head. "Want to play mind games? Fine. Just remember that I have so much more to play with." She looked him over coyly. He had more to lose if she wanted to tease.

She could smell his excitement as he drew closer and she knew he ached to take what was his. She would give it to him, but that didn't mean she had to be cooperative about it. As he leaned toward her, she pulled away with a squeal. She looked back to see him charge after her and her squeal turned into laughter as she ran from him. She could hear his voice laughing as he told her she had to be faster and as his teeth gripped her withers, she hisses air through her teeth and slowed, tucking her head even as she leaned toward him. "Not faster, just more cunning." She whispered, even as his fore limbs wrapped around her torso. She grunted beneath his weight, her back arching upward as if to buck but she stilled herself this time. As he climbed onto her, her breathing increased, her boyd tensing instinctively in anticipation.

His words jarred her, her eyes flying open. He knew her name. "Someone's been doing their research." She murmured. She was impressed. She knew this time she would carry his foal and she looked forward to it. Would he still put her at his side? She wouldn't hold her breath. Maybe she had a hold on him or maybe he just sung those pretty words in any mare's ears. She had never asked for power, but she wasn't one to bow down. She wouldn't demand or beg him to keep his words. No, that would be on him. She would do her duty as a herd mare and bare him a foal, maybe more in the future. The rest would be a wait and see.

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