Home is where the heart is, or at least that is what Voyager had been told growing up. He had grown to love this place in which he now resided and could not come to think of anywhere else he would want to be. He had been allowed to live here and given a security that all he had to do was work for. A stallion of his ways could not ask for anything better and already he gained someone that would most likely weave their way into his heart that was still wary of letting others in. If Cromer continued on her path with him, the stallion had a feeling she would be someone he would look for whenever he needed a spice to his life… and someone he could go to without a worry she would turn him away.
Voyager had offered his bed, something a creature did not do without the urge to keep them around licking through their body. The stallion's urge to keep her here was strong, but he was trying not to be pushy. He was old enough to want a herd, to see her for the beauty she was, and for her to cause a bit of a ruckus with his usual steady body. He was doing his best to be polite and give her the space she needed, but the poor stallion could do with a bit of touch to ease the tension running through him. He liked attention… but what stallion didn’t? For now, he would bottle need for even just a grooming session away until she was more accustomed to being around him.
Turning to her once they reached where he had obviously lay before, the stallion let his eyes scan her frame faintly. She was gorgeous, even in the dark of the forest and it took all of him not to shove his hoof into his mouth yet again. “You are allowed to stay here as long as you wish Cromer… I won't be forcing anything of you.” Once again, the stallion's true nature showed through his shadow-like body. He was kind, considerate, and best of all, he would never make someone be his prize object. Being locked in a shiny little glass case was not something he could ever see Cromer allowing and he would never even try to force it upon her.
Looking out over the little alcove in which he was with her, the stallion noted the ferns, soft grass, and longer strands around them. The bedding was perfect for a group of them, but there was only one bed. Obviously, Voyager had been here by himself for a long while and was finally adding someone to his home and his heart of the forest. “I… I wont ever make you do something you don’t want to do Cromer…” His voice was a mere whisper as he looked to the tiny soft strands of grass at his hooves. With them away from all prying eyes, he finally could not keep himself stronger in will against his worry. Hopefully Cromer wouldn't run at this lapse in strength against his own rampaging emotions.
VOYAGER
stallion | 17hhs | black | of the forest
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