Posted on April 21, 2020 at 08:13:19 PM by Solomon
Solomon
It seems that his appearance has ruffled some feathers. He hoped it was only a small setback, although he had an inkling that the fierce splashed mare would happily commit to never seeing him again. Solomon would just have to work harder to prove his worth here then.
His green gaze remains focused on Warsaw's face, and thus while he cannot hear the growl the stallion makes, he can see the distaste bloom in the stallion's eyes and the intense dislike in his tone as he questions Solomon's position and loyalty. It is a fair question, although he is not particularly proud of the answer. There was no two ways about it - he had used the mares strength as a cover. Her ability to defend and hold off attackers while he grew his herd to a workable size was immeasurably useful. And now that he had plans to either depose her or to foist her off on some other stallion, Solomon wanted to be sure that he would not be alone in maintaining the Cove.
The rules of fighting here were different, and while he remained a capable fighter, there was no denying that others had a leg up on him in the Isles. For him, allies were essential to maintaining his home in its early days, for he knew that others would be quick to sense blood in the water if they thought him vulnerable.
The mare spoke up then with more insults, and while his lips tightened and the look in his gaze hardened, he did not otherwise react. Solomon was aware the mare was baiting him, although he was not entirely sure why. Surely she wasn't trying to instigate a scuffle here and now? Solomon had no doubt that she was skilled if she managed to earn the affection and respect of a stallion like Warsaw, but it was also evident to anyone with eyes that the King was already severely wounded. Even if Vita Nova took him out, it would be easy enough for him to retaliate against the grey in return.
None of this comes to pass, thankfully. All parties remain separate, even as the mare bites back and then falls silent. Solomon's gaze remains thoughtfully on her as Warsaw introduces her as the queen and belated though it may be, the tobiano stallion does incline his head toward the mare with the smallest of smiles. Clearly she could hold her own.
As Warsaw continued, Solomon returned his attention back to the King, a more genuine smile forming on his lips. So he hadn't guessed incorrectly then. Warsaw had no love for the buckskin mare, but nor had he managed to fully rid himself of her either. It was interesting to hear, however, that the mare had once been a captive and that a mysterious friend had stepped in to release her. He wonders, briefly, who would have been invested enough in the buckskin mare to intervene on her behalf. Considering all of the grief the buckskin mare had subsequently caused, Solomon wouldn't be surprised if there were some hard feelings between the King and this mysterious friend.
"Shaydowfax is simply a tool. One that is fast outliving its usefulness to me." Solomon offers before glancing to the Queen briefly. "You are not wrong. I am new to these Isles and have much work to do before I can claim much of a name for myself here; but this game is not one that I am new to."
He doubts they will have heard of his family, so he refrains from naming them. It seems that he, like many of the other new arrivals, have come from other places that exist with no way back. And while there are likely many that fled from the rule of Judas and his son's, their legacy would hardly be known here. Still, he has not forgotten that he has come from a strong and proud family, nor the has he abandoned the teachings that were drilled into him from a young age.
"When I remove her from the Cove, I would like to retain ownership of the land. My mares have grown comfortable there and my children will soon be born there. I understand, however, that it previously belonged to your son Requiem." Solomon had not yet had a chance to have a one on one conversation with the golden stallion. He had proven himself to be a quiet and reclusive character, although Sol wasn't entirely sure he could blame him. If his own father had demanded that he give up his home in order to preserve the family homeland, he would have, but he would not have been happy about it.
"I will be rid of her with or without your blessing, but my proposal is this. When I evict her from the Cove, I will take over as the lead. I will keep Requiem as my second, if he's willing, and I will ally myself to you, the queen, and your causes." Solomon is no stranger to patriarchs deciding where their children will go, but nor was he willing to have a sullen second stallion in his home. Not only would that put his family at risk, but it would also open the land to other dangers.
"What I would ask is that you or your family support me on the battlefield, if needed, in defense of the Cove and its inhabitants, until I have proven myself in battle. I know this is a big ask, considering you do not know me, and I wouldn't expect you to make the decision lightly, or even today." He is serious now, quietly reading their reactions. It is a huge ask of him, and he knows it, but he is also aware that should a serious contender like Shaydowfax come back for the Cove himself, he is woefully underprepared to take her on. The battle restrictions in this land mean that he is not as strong as he had once been, and it will take time and dedication before he is capable of holding his own against longer term residents. A selfish part of him wants to inquire after Tavas as well, having met the enchanting palomino briefly in the Meadow, but he does not. There is a time and a place for such cementing of alliances, and he would not be foolish enough to ask for the daughter of the king upon first meeting him.
"I am sure there are things that would be useful to you in return. Rather than me offering something blindly that may be of no use for you, what would you ask in exchange for such an arrangement?" Solomon would not waste the King's time with lesser promises. If he was not wanting to bring in new residents, offering a newly claimed mare could be insulting. Sol could offer daughters, though he knew not if he would have any, nor what they would be like. There was a high likelihood that among the several children he had sired in fall, at least one would be a daughter, but he could not guarantee it. Not to mention, there could be other tasks that were not public knowledge that someone such as Sol could take on himself.
His green gaze remains focused on Warsaw's face, and thus while he cannot hear the growl the stallion makes, he can see the distaste bloom in the stallion's eyes and the intense dislike in his tone as he questions Solomon's position and loyalty. It is a fair question, although he is not particularly proud of the answer. There was no two ways about it - he had used the mares strength as a cover. Her ability to defend and hold off attackers while he grew his herd to a workable size was immeasurably useful. And now that he had plans to either depose her or to foist her off on some other stallion, Solomon wanted to be sure that he would not be alone in maintaining the Cove.
The rules of fighting here were different, and while he remained a capable fighter, there was no denying that others had a leg up on him in the Isles. For him, allies were essential to maintaining his home in its early days, for he knew that others would be quick to sense blood in the water if they thought him vulnerable.
The mare spoke up then with more insults, and while his lips tightened and the look in his gaze hardened, he did not otherwise react. Solomon was aware the mare was baiting him, although he was not entirely sure why. Surely she wasn't trying to instigate a scuffle here and now? Solomon had no doubt that she was skilled if she managed to earn the affection and respect of a stallion like Warsaw, but it was also evident to anyone with eyes that the King was already severely wounded. Even if Vita Nova took him out, it would be easy enough for him to retaliate against the grey in return.
None of this comes to pass, thankfully. All parties remain separate, even as the mare bites back and then falls silent. Solomon's gaze remains thoughtfully on her as Warsaw introduces her as the queen and belated though it may be, the tobiano stallion does incline his head toward the mare with the smallest of smiles. Clearly she could hold her own.
As Warsaw continued, Solomon returned his attention back to the King, a more genuine smile forming on his lips. So he hadn't guessed incorrectly then. Warsaw had no love for the buckskin mare, but nor had he managed to fully rid himself of her either. It was interesting to hear, however, that the mare had once been a captive and that a mysterious friend had stepped in to release her. He wonders, briefly, who would have been invested enough in the buckskin mare to intervene on her behalf. Considering all of the grief the buckskin mare had subsequently caused, Solomon wouldn't be surprised if there were some hard feelings between the King and this mysterious friend.
"Shaydowfax is simply a tool. One that is fast outliving its usefulness to me." Solomon offers before glancing to the Queen briefly. "You are not wrong. I am new to these Isles and have much work to do before I can claim much of a name for myself here; but this game is not one that I am new to."
He doubts they will have heard of his family, so he refrains from naming them. It seems that he, like many of the other new arrivals, have come from other places that exist with no way back. And while there are likely many that fled from the rule of Judas and his son's, their legacy would hardly be known here. Still, he has not forgotten that he has come from a strong and proud family, nor the has he abandoned the teachings that were drilled into him from a young age.
"When I remove her from the Cove, I would like to retain ownership of the land. My mares have grown comfortable there and my children will soon be born there. I understand, however, that it previously belonged to your son Requiem." Solomon had not yet had a chance to have a one on one conversation with the golden stallion. He had proven himself to be a quiet and reclusive character, although Sol wasn't entirely sure he could blame him. If his own father had demanded that he give up his home in order to preserve the family homeland, he would have, but he would not have been happy about it.
"I will be rid of her with or without your blessing, but my proposal is this. When I evict her from the Cove, I will take over as the lead. I will keep Requiem as my second, if he's willing, and I will ally myself to you, the queen, and your causes." Solomon is no stranger to patriarchs deciding where their children will go, but nor was he willing to have a sullen second stallion in his home. Not only would that put his family at risk, but it would also open the land to other dangers.
"What I would ask is that you or your family support me on the battlefield, if needed, in defense of the Cove and its inhabitants, until I have proven myself in battle. I know this is a big ask, considering you do not know me, and I wouldn't expect you to make the decision lightly, or even today." He is serious now, quietly reading their reactions. It is a huge ask of him, and he knows it, but he is also aware that should a serious contender like Shaydowfax come back for the Cove himself, he is woefully underprepared to take her on. The battle restrictions in this land mean that he is not as strong as he had once been, and it will take time and dedication before he is capable of holding his own against longer term residents. A selfish part of him wants to inquire after Tavas as well, having met the enchanting palomino briefly in the Meadow, but he does not. There is a time and a place for such cementing of alliances, and he would not be foolish enough to ask for the daughter of the king upon first meeting him.
"I am sure there are things that would be useful to you in return. Rather than me offering something blindly that may be of no use for you, what would you ask in exchange for such an arrangement?" Solomon would not waste the King's time with lesser promises. If he was not wanting to bring in new residents, offering a newly claimed mare could be insulting. Sol could offer daughters, though he knew not if he would have any, nor what they would be like. There was a high likelihood that among the several children he had sired in fall, at least one would be a daughter, but he could not guarantee it. Not to mention, there could be other tasks that were not public knowledge that someone such as Sol could take on himself.
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