Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 11, 2020 at 07:19:33 PM by Solomon
Solomon
It was rare these days, for the lean tobiano to leave the comfort of his home. However, as the various mares he had collected to him adjusted to their new pregnancies, their tolerance of his attention and touch waned. It was bittersweet in a way, for it assured him of the next generation whilst also cutting short the most enjoyable part of the fall season in his eyes.
The day he had chosen to venture from their side, assured that Daciana and Marzanna were both there to guard the herd in his absence, was bright. Fall had already muted the verdant colors of the crossing isle, painting the trees in varying shades of red, gold and orange. It was beautiful, but he would not trade it in a hundred years for the quiet of his pine-scented home. His home was beautiful, and always had been, but the addition of his herd and foals had only made it more so.
When he finds the mare, he cannot help but be impressed by her beauty. Against the colors of the season she was stunning, as though crafted from the autumnal hues of the land itself. She is alone, which is a rare enough occurrence at this time of year to garner one's attention, especially for one so gorgeous and he looses a call of greeting as he shifted his path. Even if the call of the season had not drawn him to her as a moth to a flame, he would have relished the chance to talk to her, and escort her to the Cove.
He could all too easily imagine the red of her coat against the green of his homeland, a streak of fire amongst his golden herd. She did not know it yet, but his sights had been dialed into her and he could not imagine letting her go. Already he wondered what it might be like to press his lean body against her own, to compare the heights of their bodies by standing side by side. The taut bow of his neck draws into a fine arch as he settles next to her, offering the charcoal skin of his muzzle for an exchange of breaths.
"You really should send word ahead," he offers softly as he withdraws to a more proper position. "You're liable to give a man a heart attack coming up on him without warning like this."
A grin spread across his lips like wildfire as he teased her lightly, switching his amber tail across his haunches. "I'm Solomon, of the Cove."
His gaze rips away from her for a moment to scan the treeline, not wanting to be interrupted in his attempt to sway the mare to his side. Things had changed amongst these isles and he was no longer a newcomer attempting to sway a mare as tempestuous as Marzanna. He would not tolerate interlopers unless they came in the form of similarly eligible mares.
The day he had chosen to venture from their side, assured that Daciana and Marzanna were both there to guard the herd in his absence, was bright. Fall had already muted the verdant colors of the crossing isle, painting the trees in varying shades of red, gold and orange. It was beautiful, but he would not trade it in a hundred years for the quiet of his pine-scented home. His home was beautiful, and always had been, but the addition of his herd and foals had only made it more so.
When he finds the mare, he cannot help but be impressed by her beauty. Against the colors of the season she was stunning, as though crafted from the autumnal hues of the land itself. She is alone, which is a rare enough occurrence at this time of year to garner one's attention, especially for one so gorgeous and he looses a call of greeting as he shifted his path. Even if the call of the season had not drawn him to her as a moth to a flame, he would have relished the chance to talk to her, and escort her to the Cove.
He could all too easily imagine the red of her coat against the green of his homeland, a streak of fire amongst his golden herd. She did not know it yet, but his sights had been dialed into her and he could not imagine letting her go. Already he wondered what it might be like to press his lean body against her own, to compare the heights of their bodies by standing side by side. The taut bow of his neck draws into a fine arch as he settles next to her, offering the charcoal skin of his muzzle for an exchange of breaths.
"You really should send word ahead," he offers softly as he withdraws to a more proper position. "You're liable to give a man a heart attack coming up on him without warning like this."
A grin spread across his lips like wildfire as he teased her lightly, switching his amber tail across his haunches. "I'm Solomon, of the Cove."
His gaze rips away from her for a moment to scan the treeline, not wanting to be interrupted in his attempt to sway the mare to his side. Things had changed amongst these isles and he was no longer a newcomer attempting to sway a mare as tempestuous as Marzanna. He would not tolerate interlopers unless they came in the form of similarly eligible mares.
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- in cold blood - By helle July 17, 2020 at 10:44:20 PM
- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon July 22, 2020 at 00:08:43 AM
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