[ mhr gha SEER ah ]
Fell
▻ Sarama (x Fell) / Shvana (x Fell) ◅
She does not know of the devastation to come, nor does Fell, but it would come back to Mrgy that this time being found amidst the foliage of the Bay had been the start to a new life and a bit more pride in her breast as a wife of Fell.
To some, his actions towards other women were incorrigible, unforgivable, but she had come from a world that had a history of such violence… that to find a husband that did not harm you was enough of a blessing that you did not defend all of the women of all of the world - only looking into your own home and only thinking of the safety of those within it. It was not the Sadim that felt this way, of course, not really - her father and uncles were a bit too bleeding-heart for even their motherlands - but it was in all of the stories and histories she had learned.
She would not turn from a man who had not hurt her, therefore, and she would come to feel sad and confused by the absence of the very woman she had gone to the Cove to save.
She would possibly fail Fell in healing much of anything Kohelet would strip him of, but she was going to think back to this moment when he quieted his loud manner of physical speech for her, when he looked at her curiously and tenderly and be even more devoted to him than she had been since the day she arrived to give him a trade for her father’s early-life love lost to time and regained in this new home.
Their haloed ears prick for the other’s barest sound, his extended muzzle met with her own - her eyes shyly happy for the acknowledgement. For a wife to experience her husband’s attention, much less a lesser wife as she was, was a thing of unharnessed luck. She does not mind if it is the season, if it is the weariness of his recent exertion, or anything else. His muzzle extends to her and her little, quiet, joy over it isn’t hidden on her face while the velvet of her muzzle brushes his. His lips brush hers and there is a little skip of her hind end in restrained excitement as she brings herself near - taking that extended lip as permission to approach, to press her dry self against his more lathered and larger one.
Lip and blunted tooth scrape eagerly to clean and squeeze the lather free of him, enjoying the smell of him, masculine and yet strong in spite of his trials. Her little, whispery nicker comes again as she kneads and massages and scrapes down his side, taking only a couple brief moments of relieved comfort to rest her muzzle so fully against his solid form that it pressed her nostril entirely closed.
OF THE TINUVEL BAY
▻ six years - arabian x kathiawari - maximum chestnut sabino - 14.2 hh ◅