Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on April 26, 2020 at 04:37:34 AM by Solomon
Solomon
A name was exactly as much as you made it. On it's own, it was hardly more than a collection of syllables used to denote a creature as separate from the rest. The lived with that name, however, had weight. In his homeland, the name Judas could inspire respect or fear; it could engender a certain reaction from your audience or encourage certain offers. It had weight.
But here, it lacked the same impact.
It was Solomon's goal to build his family up to that level and even beyond, if he could manage it. Such a thing would take time and dedication. What he needed now was loyalty. Not only from the allies he hoped to cultivate, but also from the mares that he filled his home with. Solomon believed that the majority of them lived happily in the Cove, with the only standout exception being Coda. The grey mare still refused to acclimate with his growing herd and Sol knew he would have to do something about it sooner, rather than later or else she would continue to sow discord amongst his mares.
A half smile lists across his lips at her comment, although he is not sure how to answer her. The idea of not knowing how to function in a herd is foreign to him. "It is much like this. Only you have more choice of who to speak to. And nights are easier, knowing someone is there to watch your back."
As she voices her doubts he finds himself growing momentarily still. Release is not in his nature. To have is to control, and to control is to triumph. Allowing her to leave implies not only that he is not strong enough to keep her, but on a more personal level, that he had failed her in some manner. And while his lips have not yet touched the silken gold of her coat, he does not want to lose out on the eventual chance to hold her close.
Still, he tempers his possessive edge. He does not want to promise her freedom when he very much wishes to take it from her as he has the other jewels in his Cove, but he also understands that loyalty is what he needs now. And he will not gain Tsillah's loyalty by caging her in the Cove.
Calmly he watches the girl, studying her elegant face for a moment before responding, his voice level. "I believe you will like the Cove, but if you cannot find it in yourself to call it home, I will allow you to choose a new home."
He hopes that she will find these to be acceptable terms, even though they are not an exact mimicry of her own words. They leave him room to compromise with his nature, and still allow her far more freedom than he has granted any other thus far.
But here, it lacked the same impact.
It was Solomon's goal to build his family up to that level and even beyond, if he could manage it. Such a thing would take time and dedication. What he needed now was loyalty. Not only from the allies he hoped to cultivate, but also from the mares that he filled his home with. Solomon believed that the majority of them lived happily in the Cove, with the only standout exception being Coda. The grey mare still refused to acclimate with his growing herd and Sol knew he would have to do something about it sooner, rather than later or else she would continue to sow discord amongst his mares.
A half smile lists across his lips at her comment, although he is not sure how to answer her. The idea of not knowing how to function in a herd is foreign to him. "It is much like this. Only you have more choice of who to speak to. And nights are easier, knowing someone is there to watch your back."
As she voices her doubts he finds himself growing momentarily still. Release is not in his nature. To have is to control, and to control is to triumph. Allowing her to leave implies not only that he is not strong enough to keep her, but on a more personal level, that he had failed her in some manner. And while his lips have not yet touched the silken gold of her coat, he does not want to lose out on the eventual chance to hold her close.
Still, he tempers his possessive edge. He does not want to promise her freedom when he very much wishes to take it from her as he has the other jewels in his Cove, but he also understands that loyalty is what he needs now. And he will not gain Tsillah's loyalty by caging her in the Cove.
Calmly he watches the girl, studying her elegant face for a moment before responding, his voice level. "I believe you will like the Cove, but if you cannot find it in yourself to call it home, I will allow you to choose a new home."
He hopes that she will find these to be acceptable terms, even though they are not an exact mimicry of her own words. They leave him room to compromise with his nature, and still allow her far more freedom than he has granted any other thus far.
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