Meadow

Solomon

She came, quite literally, out of the darkness. Lost in his thoughts, Solomon had paced the well-worn paths of the Meadow without really paying attention to where his pale hooves landed. Dawn remained some time off, and he doubted that many would be awake to greet it. The fall evenings led many to stay awake far after the moon had risen to explore one another's bodies, but did not often encourage the same passion in the wee hours of the morning.

One moment he had been considering the qualifications of this illusory second stallion when the lean bay mare strode directly into his path and began berating him. Confusion clouded his brow for a moment and he slid to a halt, the proud arch of his neck tightening as he stared at her. His perplexed expression gave way smoothed quickly out of habit, and easily melted into appreciation as she invited him to look upon the dark lines of her well-maintained body. Regardless of how rudely she had approached him, he was not about to turn down that offer.

She was surprisingly nearly as tall as him, a quality he had found rare among the mares he had gathered to him, and leanly built. The moonlight dripped from her skin, highlighting the curves of her body in just enough light for him to separate her from the darkness. From what little he could discern, she looked as though if she were to start running he would have no hope of catching up to her. Judge from her long legs, clad so invitingly in black stockings, she could outpace him without even breaking a sweat. He may never catch her if she ran, but he would certainly enjoy the chase.

His admiration of her figure is cut short by her approach, and the fiesty mare comes right up to his face to admonish him more. It comes to his mind that he should be more annoyed by this random stranger getting into his face, yelling at him for simply walking by, but anger is the last thing on his mind. The scent of such a beautiful creature combined the almost touching of their bodies as she tore into him with fierceness was enough to earn his appreciation rather than his ire. He cannot help but flare his nostrils as her tail lashes across the still night air, leading him ever further down the path of temptation.

Solomon watches as her fury melts into something more malleable, the shift in her body so subtle as to be imperceptible unless you, like he, was watching every move that she made. A rouge grin spreads across his lips as the chuckle builds in his throat. "I'm sorry I'm the one that has to tell you this, but it appears that you've gotten far too much sleep."

He pauses for a moment, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Certainly you must know that you have exceeded the amount of beauty a stallion can endure without being overwhelmed?" His eyes grow intense in the pale light of the early dawn and he tilts his head toward the sunrise without lifting his gaze from her. "It's only the little darkness that remains that allows me to look upon you now."

Solomon grows silent for a moment before stepping forward, his own limbs pale where hers are dark. Their proximity allows his voice to deepen and he offers his muzzle to the enchantingly fiesty mare. "But we have time enough for me to soothe the tension from your muscles with a massage. As an apology, of course."

It is hard to think of much else but her. His concerns for the second of his herd, and to some degree, the thought of his herd entirely, have flown out the window for want of wooing this mare. His desire to have and covet, however, is tethered by no such thoughts and is already busy orchestrating images of her figure with the Cove as a backdrop instead.

Dutch Harness Horse Mutt | Champagne Grullo Tobiano Stallion | 17 Hands | The Cove