Falls
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Posted on May 5, 2020 at 07:48:22 AM by Solomon
Solomon
The chemistry that sparkles and snaps between them is undeniable in it's allure. Every time she pulls away he feels the magnetic pull to be close once more, to press his flesh against her own and taste the silken expanse of her hide with his tongue and teeth. His desire to have her has never wavered, but he might have eventually let it go if it was only that. If her confidence had not left him thinking of her night after night, if her words hadn't baited him into hunting her down on these forsaken isles.
But she was more than that.
He is slowly recognizing one of his own. She is no meek woman, content to live in his herd with the scraps of attention thrown to most herd mares. Solomon is viscerally aware that she will claw her fair share from him if he does not give it. In her, he finds the partner that may fight just as fiercely for the future that they envision together. She offers more risk than any of the other mares he has laid his yellowed teeth into or poured his seed within, but she promises even bigger rewards.
Marzanna takes his words and spits them back at him and he cannot help the amused grin that curls onto his lips. He would seek her to the ends of these damn isles if that was what it took to place her at his side. Any fool who let her go easily was missing far more than just his sanity.
She does not stop there, finally offering words to assuage the doubts that still linger in his mind. No matter how alluring she was, he had been schooled as a young colt to think with his mind instead of his hormones. Had been lectured on the dangers of mareish beguilement. Fed horror stories of what happened to foolish stallions that did not guard against the dangers of infatuation and false assurances of love.
She asks for the very thing he has always been told not to give.
But he would do it. Solomon is a gambler, albeit a very careful one, but a gambler nonetheless. He'd sought out Shaydowfax, despite being aware of their differences. Had wordsmithed his way into padding his nascent herd within the borders of the Cove, and had plans with which to take it over when she was gone. Much of this plan relied on the capricious nature of fate, and yet it had worked in his favor. Trusting that luck would continue to favor him, Solomon makes his decision even before the golden girl has completed her assurances. Her confidence in her statement deepens the grin on his charcoal lips and a chuckle escapes him.
"I do like the sound of that." He admits to her as he closes the gap, aligning his body with hers. He would not tire of hearing her tie herself to him. "We should head home then, so that you may get to know our home, my Queen."
Green eyes glittering, the stallion retraces the path his lips had followed in the Commons, parting to nip at the hide there before caressing down the slope of her shoulder. It is only a motion, hardly more effective in the Falls as a gesture of claiming, but it holds weight in his mind. She was his, and he would not let anyone take her away from him.
But she was more than that.
He is slowly recognizing one of his own. She is no meek woman, content to live in his herd with the scraps of attention thrown to most herd mares. Solomon is viscerally aware that she will claw her fair share from him if he does not give it. In her, he finds the partner that may fight just as fiercely for the future that they envision together. She offers more risk than any of the other mares he has laid his yellowed teeth into or poured his seed within, but she promises even bigger rewards.
Marzanna takes his words and spits them back at him and he cannot help the amused grin that curls onto his lips. He would seek her to the ends of these damn isles if that was what it took to place her at his side. Any fool who let her go easily was missing far more than just his sanity.
She does not stop there, finally offering words to assuage the doubts that still linger in his mind. No matter how alluring she was, he had been schooled as a young colt to think with his mind instead of his hormones. Had been lectured on the dangers of mareish beguilement. Fed horror stories of what happened to foolish stallions that did not guard against the dangers of infatuation and false assurances of love.
She asks for the very thing he has always been told not to give.
But he would do it. Solomon is a gambler, albeit a very careful one, but a gambler nonetheless. He'd sought out Shaydowfax, despite being aware of their differences. Had wordsmithed his way into padding his nascent herd within the borders of the Cove, and had plans with which to take it over when she was gone. Much of this plan relied on the capricious nature of fate, and yet it had worked in his favor. Trusting that luck would continue to favor him, Solomon makes his decision even before the golden girl has completed her assurances. Her confidence in her statement deepens the grin on his charcoal lips and a chuckle escapes him.
"I do like the sound of that." He admits to her as he closes the gap, aligning his body with hers. He would not tire of hearing her tie herself to him. "We should head home then, so that you may get to know our home, my Queen."
Green eyes glittering, the stallion retraces the path his lips had followed in the Commons, parting to nip at the hide there before caressing down the slope of her shoulder. It is only a motion, hardly more effective in the Falls as a gesture of claiming, but it holds weight in his mind. She was his, and he would not let anyone take her away from him.
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