He didn't want to go to the peak, he refused to tag along and be their 'trinket'. What a laughingstock the lagoon was now, taking sides in a war they never should have been a apart of. The deaths that had happened could have been avoided if only they had stayed out of it all. What happened to men coming to the lagoon to live a bachelor life away from all herd rules? It was definetly not the lagoon Fiero had been born and raised in. They were not just some stray wolves without a home, they were family in the end and right now that family was broken.
brucia tutto e ricomincia. If only it were that easy to burn it down but it gave the golden hued stallion something to dream on.
So Fiero finds himself pacing the meadow instead, the young fresh grass being worn down to nothing as he does so, this restless feeling driving him crazy. He hoped whatever his sire had planned would give them that advantage they so despertly needed. He heaves a sigh, legs finally stopping himself in place, and his gaze going to the torn up ground under his hooves just as the cry for his name leaves the lips of someone Fiero had momentarily forgotten with everything going on. Craning his neck back up gold eyes look across the meadow to the little black mare that appeared to be searching for him, her coat still somewhat wet from the ocean. merda
He risks a glance to the trees behind him, the shadows eager to welcome him back but for some reason Fiero can't find it in himself to abandon the mare that plagued the darkest part of his mind. His legs move him in her direction, all while their brief encounter played on repeat in his mind. He had been so new to his raging hormones, like an itch one could not quite get to and no matter how hard you tried it only got worse. Switch had quenched that scratch of his despite how unfamiliar he was with it all; a terribly embarrassing moment which is why he kept that memory under lock and key. He approaches with nostrils flared and a curled upper lip that drinks her scent in, mixed with salt but she still carried the air of the foreign lands on her skin. "You rang amore?," his tone was teasing, so unlike his withdrawn nature, but he can't help the playful feeling the mare before him brought out in him.
Hooves carry him closer, being mindful in case she does not want him near, but he can't help the feeling of wanting to be close, to touch and feel. Hesitantly, almost carefully, he reaches out to lightly brush his dark lips against her cheek. "A bit salty for my tastes Switch," he chides, a light grin tossed her way so that she could see the humor behind his words.
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