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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

We hear no voice when we pray at night



ASK NO QUESTIONS AND YOU'LL GET NO LIES TURN THE CHEEK AND BLIND THE EYE



Perhaps it was boredom that had driven him to the meadows. Now that he no longer had lands to continuously patrol or mares to reassure, Devil had too much free time on his hands. He may not have the vigors of youth on his side but with age came wisdom and an undeniable appeal. Younger men were led by their emotions and quick to sate their appetite, oft forgetting that the greatest game came from wetting carnal desires but leaving the other bereft of completion.


Devil could admit that summer still had a grasp upon his body. With fall approaching, his loins had begun to stir and remind him that the time of sex and courtship was nigh. He had yet to decide if he wanted to gamble for a mare or quench his desire in the frigid waters of the falls.


The gray stallion was broken from his thoughts by the scent of a mare. His orbs closed for a moment as he savoured the taste on the back of his tongue. Perhaps I do want a body writhing beneath mine he thought with fond exasperation. It seemed that even a stallion of his age could not resist the temptation of a lone mare.


It is when he is about to head in her direction that another scent catches his attention. So, you aren't alone? It seems another gentleman had ensnared her before Devil had a chance to head in their direction. He stood for a moment, pondering if she was worth the confrontation with another stallion. "To hell with it. Why not offer her options instead of settling for mediocre?"


It was mere minutes before Devil broke through the trees and laid eyes upon the two equines. A mare draped in shadows and moonlight and a stallion with a stark contrast in flesh and locks. He notes, with amusement, that he towers over the both of them. Point in his favour perhaps? Ladies tended to love those who stood above the rest.


It is mesmerising -- watching her attempt to ensnare the stallion before her. She oozes confidence and appeal, no hesitation or innocence to be found. Devil couldn't help but admire her while also acknowledging the stirring of jealously within his blood. He had been a territorial stallion in his youth and she would have easily been one of the mares he would have killed for to have in his herd.


"Are you content to settle with him, Vixen?" he called, letting his orbs slide slowly down her body before flicking back up. "Stallions are a dime in a dozen. It would be remiss of me if I didn't at least offer you an alternative."



SPEECH


[ he wanted to be an ass ]




BEND THE KNEE AND GIVE AWAY YOUR LIFE BITE YOUR TONGUE AND CLOSE YOUR MIND


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