Falls
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Posted on April 22, 2020 at 05:22:36 AM by Solomon
Solomon
Like a tennis match they traded taunts, each acknowledging the skill of the other without wavering in their own opinions. If nothing else, Solomon could admit her skill in this verbal volley; he was torn between wanting her to cave to him and call him her king, while also viscerally enjoying this sparring match and the work it was taking to bring her to his side.
She closes the distance between them again, her lips finding his hide. He reaches out in return, letting the soft plush of his muzzle following the edge of her white stocking as it trailed alluringly up her hind leg. The press of her against him is distracting but he keeps an ear tilted toward her as she speaks. At the mention of pleasing her, he chuckles and lets his teeth pinch gently at the skin of her flank but otherwise listens to her taunting quietly.
A smile curls his lips, even as he keeps them trailing across her skin, as she finally spells out the desires she has. It was as he expected, mor or less, and while he is not overly pleased that she would demand such a high ranking in exchange for her position with him, she's also done masterfully well to bait him into giving it. He allows a thoughtful hmmm to vibrate against her skin before he pulls away, shifting his entire body so that he may stand beside her once more.
Solomon would freely admit that he enjoyed the feeling of her golden figure at his side, and was not entirely opposed to the idea of her being named Queen. It would have little weight until Shaydowfax was removed from the Cove, but that was a few scant months away at worst, and weeks if things worked out in his favor. It was not his desire that stood in the way of her promotion. It was her loyalty.
A Queen was nothing if not the glue that held the territory together while a King was busy with other duties, and a poor Queen was an investment in ruin. Marzanna had made him work for the possibility of his claim, which led him to two pathways of belief. Either she was a flighty creature, in search of power for the sake of power and not worth the effort, or she was a mare whose loyalty had to be won. He hoped she was the latter, but he had nothing to go on apart from the intensity with which they had interacted so far.
Furthermore, he had a mare fit to be promoted already in his herd. One that had come to him of her own volition and had solidified her loyalty with the child he had placed inside her womb. He had not forgotten his promises to the enchantress. He had swore that together they would burn the world around them and remake it anew, in their image and he'd meant every word of that promise.
Her further terms earn a wicked grin from his lips again and he tilts his head toward her, meeting the crystalline blue of her gaze. He had not previously considered allowing his mares to travel to the common isles on his behalf, and the idea is both intriguing and off putting. More mares meant more responsibility, more power, more children, more family. They meant a great deal of good, but they also brought with them a measure of risk. Not to mention, he was not a fan of any mare - foolish queens like Shaydowfax or regular herd mares - putting themselves at risk while carrying a child.
Still, it is a thought to consider.
"You ask much of a king you've made to wander these isles in search of you," he murmurs in the space between them, a smirk on his lips. He is not pleased, and the edge of his annoyance could be found in the hard edges of his emerald eyes. Solomon has not taken offense at her words, by any means, but nor is he impressed by them. She has acted exactly as he expects a mare like her to, one that is accustomed to the desireability of her own flesh and the natural power that flows in its wake.
Beauty, however, does not always translate directly to power.
He can feel the tenseness of her as she holds her breath, her anticipation belying the depth of her desire for power. His lips touch the span of her shoulder he stands beside, choosing his next words with care as he pulls away. "I would hardly be worth a jester's hat if I promised the safety of my herd to someone who had not proven their loyalty, no matter how brillant she may be."
Shrewdly, his gaze returns to her own, reading the expression therein. "If I were to appoint you to such a lofty rank, my dear Marzanna, what assurance would I have of your loyalty to me and mine?"
He makes no promises yet, still not convinced that appointing the golden girl would be a sound investment in the longevity of his herd. However, there was often a bit of truth to the idea that the bold either prosper or crash. No great adventure was ever started without risk and he knew in his bones, that raising Marzanna to her requested rank would either be a stroke of brillance or a black mark on his record. There was no doubt in his mind that she was bound for notoriety either way.
She closes the distance between them again, her lips finding his hide. He reaches out in return, letting the soft plush of his muzzle following the edge of her white stocking as it trailed alluringly up her hind leg. The press of her against him is distracting but he keeps an ear tilted toward her as she speaks. At the mention of pleasing her, he chuckles and lets his teeth pinch gently at the skin of her flank but otherwise listens to her taunting quietly.
A smile curls his lips, even as he keeps them trailing across her skin, as she finally spells out the desires she has. It was as he expected, mor or less, and while he is not overly pleased that she would demand such a high ranking in exchange for her position with him, she's also done masterfully well to bait him into giving it. He allows a thoughtful hmmm to vibrate against her skin before he pulls away, shifting his entire body so that he may stand beside her once more.
Solomon would freely admit that he enjoyed the feeling of her golden figure at his side, and was not entirely opposed to the idea of her being named Queen. It would have little weight until Shaydowfax was removed from the Cove, but that was a few scant months away at worst, and weeks if things worked out in his favor. It was not his desire that stood in the way of her promotion. It was her loyalty.
A Queen was nothing if not the glue that held the territory together while a King was busy with other duties, and a poor Queen was an investment in ruin. Marzanna had made him work for the possibility of his claim, which led him to two pathways of belief. Either she was a flighty creature, in search of power for the sake of power and not worth the effort, or she was a mare whose loyalty had to be won. He hoped she was the latter, but he had nothing to go on apart from the intensity with which they had interacted so far.
Furthermore, he had a mare fit to be promoted already in his herd. One that had come to him of her own volition and had solidified her loyalty with the child he had placed inside her womb. He had not forgotten his promises to the enchantress. He had swore that together they would burn the world around them and remake it anew, in their image and he'd meant every word of that promise.
Her further terms earn a wicked grin from his lips again and he tilts his head toward her, meeting the crystalline blue of her gaze. He had not previously considered allowing his mares to travel to the common isles on his behalf, and the idea is both intriguing and off putting. More mares meant more responsibility, more power, more children, more family. They meant a great deal of good, but they also brought with them a measure of risk. Not to mention, he was not a fan of any mare - foolish queens like Shaydowfax or regular herd mares - putting themselves at risk while carrying a child.
Still, it is a thought to consider.
"You ask much of a king you've made to wander these isles in search of you," he murmurs in the space between them, a smirk on his lips. He is not pleased, and the edge of his annoyance could be found in the hard edges of his emerald eyes. Solomon has not taken offense at her words, by any means, but nor is he impressed by them. She has acted exactly as he expects a mare like her to, one that is accustomed to the desireability of her own flesh and the natural power that flows in its wake.
Beauty, however, does not always translate directly to power.
He can feel the tenseness of her as she holds her breath, her anticipation belying the depth of her desire for power. His lips touch the span of her shoulder he stands beside, choosing his next words with care as he pulls away. "I would hardly be worth a jester's hat if I promised the safety of my herd to someone who had not proven their loyalty, no matter how brillant she may be."
Shrewdly, his gaze returns to her own, reading the expression therein. "If I were to appoint you to such a lofty rank, my dear Marzanna, what assurance would I have of your loyalty to me and mine?"
He makes no promises yet, still not convinced that appointing the golden girl would be a sound investment in the longevity of his herd. However, there was often a bit of truth to the idea that the bold either prosper or crash. No great adventure was ever started without risk and he knew in his bones, that raising Marzanna to her requested rank would either be a stroke of brillance or a black mark on his record. There was no doubt in his mind that she was bound for notoriety either way.
Replies:
- to lead you away from the light - By marzanna April 24, 2020 at 02:30:59 PM
- for she is my beloved, and i am hers - By Solomon May 5, 2020 at 07:48:22 AM
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