Falls
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Posted on March 30, 2020 at 04:32:42 AM by Solomon
Solomon
The moon made him restless.
It made him dream of the future and what it would bring, and he often awoke craving the taste of it on his tongue. Time was both the maker and breaker of everything he wanted and he could do little more than wait to see if he could forcibly make his desires into reality.
Unable to control the flow of time, he paced instead. His pale hooves traced the pebbled beaches of the Fall's runoff with no particular goal in mind. Solomon rarely made it to the Falls, but he'd had far more luck in the Meadow than he had thought possible and the itch to find another lone girl burned beneath his skin. He avoided the pairings of mares and stallions, and even the lone stallions. Having Requiem and Shaydowfax's sons around was enough masculine energy for him to endure.
And they wouldn't sate this particular itch.
His dark rimmed ears prick forward at the sound of another in the darkness, their movements in the water a light counterpoint to the gurgle of the stream. He searches through the darkness to find her, her figure a barely visible outline against the moon touched ripples in the water. Sol pauses for a moment, watching her with admiration that fairly quickly becomes overtaken by his want of her.
Sol whickers to her, the sound a low rumble from his chest before walking after her confidently. The water, chilled with the coolness of the season, laps at his ankles and urges him to seek his warmth elsewhere, before it wicks it away. His muzzle reaches for her as he moves to stand beside her, though he does not actually touch her. Only his breath, warm and soft trails the length of her body until he finally halts at her side, their bodies a hair's breadth away from touching.
Closer now, he can smell another stallion's stench on her, another land that is not his own and a primal core inside of him flares up. Whomever he was, was a fool for letting the exquisite creature beside him out of the house without someone to watch out for her.
"I was cold, and thought perhaps we could keep each other warm tonight." A grin threads its way onto his lips as he addresses her, his voice husky and low in the darkness. His green eyes rise to meet hers as he speaks again, his voice lower. "I'm Solomon."
He pauses to offer his muzzle to her, breath pluming in the chill air.
It made him dream of the future and what it would bring, and he often awoke craving the taste of it on his tongue. Time was both the maker and breaker of everything he wanted and he could do little more than wait to see if he could forcibly make his desires into reality.
Unable to control the flow of time, he paced instead. His pale hooves traced the pebbled beaches of the Fall's runoff with no particular goal in mind. Solomon rarely made it to the Falls, but he'd had far more luck in the Meadow than he had thought possible and the itch to find another lone girl burned beneath his skin. He avoided the pairings of mares and stallions, and even the lone stallions. Having Requiem and Shaydowfax's sons around was enough masculine energy for him to endure.
And they wouldn't sate this particular itch.
His dark rimmed ears prick forward at the sound of another in the darkness, their movements in the water a light counterpoint to the gurgle of the stream. He searches through the darkness to find her, her figure a barely visible outline against the moon touched ripples in the water. Sol pauses for a moment, watching her with admiration that fairly quickly becomes overtaken by his want of her.
Sol whickers to her, the sound a low rumble from his chest before walking after her confidently. The water, chilled with the coolness of the season, laps at his ankles and urges him to seek his warmth elsewhere, before it wicks it away. His muzzle reaches for her as he moves to stand beside her, though he does not actually touch her. Only his breath, warm and soft trails the length of her body until he finally halts at her side, their bodies a hair's breadth away from touching.
Closer now, he can smell another stallion's stench on her, another land that is not his own and a primal core inside of him flares up. Whomever he was, was a fool for letting the exquisite creature beside him out of the house without someone to watch out for her.
"I was cold, and thought perhaps we could keep each other warm tonight." A grin threads its way onto his lips as he addresses her, his voice husky and low in the darkness. His green eyes rise to meet hers as he speaks again, his voice lower. "I'm Solomon."
He pauses to offer his muzzle to her, breath pluming in the chill air.
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