Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on March 25, 2020 at 04:18:58 AM by Solomon
Solomon
OOC: Backdating his POV just a bit to after Harley Quinn / before Coda.
Sunlight cast through nearly bare branches dappled across his golden back and caressed the masculine shape of his body. Solomon had swum more in the past few weeks than he had in many years prior and the physical activity had done much to hone the planes of his body into a mass of rippling muscle. Gone was the softness of an easy summer.
The lanky stallion had not come to the meadow with any particular goal in mind, although he had every intention of rounding out this trip to the mainland with a scour of the Commons. If he could find someone to take home to his little golden mare it would be worth the swim. Her heat had faded, so he didn't feel worried about leaving her home alone with the unknown Requiem around any longer, but he also knew she was anxious about the foal he'd given her against her will. Another mare, especially one that he could settle with his own blood, would be an ideal companion for the nervous girl.
The pinto passes by the groups of equines passively, not interested in interrupting a group. He isn't entirely sure that he wants to converse here, where he lacks the ability to force someone to come home with them. The Meadow and the Falls were both so... mundane.
He spots the lone girl, all feminie curves and watchful blue eyes, and stills his movement to study her. Solomon makes no effort to hide his interest, though he does watch her for a long moment before he heads in her direction. There was something about the slender girl that drew him in and made him want to take her as his own, somehow.
"It's dangerous for a girl to be alone these days." Sol says as he approaches. The tobiano winds his way around the mare to circle her, head low and gaze intense. There is no pretense here. Hungrily, he devours the shape of her, nostrils flared to take in her scent.
"Surely there's someone waiting for such a pretty bird to fly back home." He draws languidly to a stop, head tilting inquisitively.
Sunlight cast through nearly bare branches dappled across his golden back and caressed the masculine shape of his body. Solomon had swum more in the past few weeks than he had in many years prior and the physical activity had done much to hone the planes of his body into a mass of rippling muscle. Gone was the softness of an easy summer.
The lanky stallion had not come to the meadow with any particular goal in mind, although he had every intention of rounding out this trip to the mainland with a scour of the Commons. If he could find someone to take home to his little golden mare it would be worth the swim. Her heat had faded, so he didn't feel worried about leaving her home alone with the unknown Requiem around any longer, but he also knew she was anxious about the foal he'd given her against her will. Another mare, especially one that he could settle with his own blood, would be an ideal companion for the nervous girl.
The pinto passes by the groups of equines passively, not interested in interrupting a group. He isn't entirely sure that he wants to converse here, where he lacks the ability to force someone to come home with them. The Meadow and the Falls were both so... mundane.
He spots the lone girl, all feminie curves and watchful blue eyes, and stills his movement to study her. Solomon makes no effort to hide his interest, though he does watch her for a long moment before he heads in her direction. There was something about the slender girl that drew him in and made him want to take her as his own, somehow.
"It's dangerous for a girl to be alone these days." Sol says as he approaches. The tobiano winds his way around the mare to circle her, head low and gaze intense. There is no pretense here. Hungrily, he devours the shape of her, nostrils flared to take in her scent.
"Surely there's someone waiting for such a pretty bird to fly back home." He draws languidly to a stop, head tilting inquisitively.
Replies:
- i made you think that i would always stay - By lyrae. March 27, 2020 at 02:38:47 AM
- a good name is rather to be chosen than riches - By Solomon March 27, 2020 at 11:11:58 PM
- cut so deep i can't breath anymore; - By lyrae. April 2, 2020 at 04:29:45 AM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon April 2, 2020 at 05:34:53 PM
- cut so deep i can't breath anymore; - By lyrae. April 2, 2020 at 04:29:45 AM
- a good name is rather to be chosen than riches - By Solomon March 27, 2020 at 11:11:58 PM
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