Her playful squeal echoes in his ears and the stallion feels instant relief. Bacardi had not realized the tension of worry that had coiled its way through his body until she bumped roughly into him. Where there should have been a little give, he was stiff like a board. Blowing it out in a harsh snort, the stallion tossed his head towards the sky to let his mane and heavy forelock lift away from his skin briefly before he lowered it again, locking eyes with the mare. For every loud, thundering heartbeat that pounded in his chest, Bacardi felt like a century had passed. Time slowed, and he thought they would remain that way for eternity, trapped in the depth of each other’s gaze.


Then, the spell is broken. Twinge breaks away, leaving the stallion standing there where he had greeted her. Her movements were almost like a dance, as if she were floating with each stride. The way her flagged tail swirled with the wind she created, and her mane lifted from her neck to join in the dance. Bacardi had never seen anything so foreign or exotic before. It caused his heart to race, and adrenaline to burn through his veins.


Lifting himself up onto his hind legs, Bacardi stood at his full height as he lashed out at the sky with his front legs. A scream of defiance to the world escaped his lungs, echoing off the mountains around them, before his hooves came crashing back down to the hard ground. With another toss of his head, the painted stallion lurched after the mare. Hind hooves dig into the earth, the muscles along his legs and hips ripple with the effort as he pushes for every bit of speed he can gain in such a short amount of distance before he is beside her again. This time, as he reaches Twinge, Bacardi does not stop short. His shoulder pushes into her first before the rest of his body follows until they are fully pressed against one another; shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip.


"Come away with me.” he suddenly says, his voice a deep rumbling growl that did not typically escape him. Reaching over, Bacardi can’t help but try and tug at her wild mane before grazing his blunt teeth across her beautiful neck. "There are places that I wish to go, and a creature like you shouldn’t be kept in a cage.”

five years. mutt. bay tobiano. fourteen three hands. of the bay.

"...speech"