Such a blast of Fresh Air (SOLOMON) Posted on December 3, 2023 at 06:18:04 AM by Polar & Fam
The pale varnish creature finds himself slinking in the shadows. Always watching and always waiting. Polar had not gone to seek out anyone. He had demanded his mother and Soulful stay in the chilled climate they were so familiar to. Somewhere deep down though; he had known that neither would listen to him. Through all the begging and still, they would follow Solomon to the ends of the Earth he was sure. Who was Polar to even tell them otherwise though. As often as they had left and he had followed diligently. Watching over them and protecting them. No, he was no one to tell them that they could not follow so loyalty to the stallion they loved and adored.
Polar sighs finally and shifts from the sidelines. His legs carry him with even strides further into the desert. It was nothing compared to what he was used to. None of them knew this climate. This was far more harsh than the winters they were so familiar to. Ears clung back into his thick strands of his mane as his nostrils flared. A foam was already lathering over his multicolor coat. Eventually he finds himself approaching his father. His mother was the only other in tow behind him. This was no place for the obsidian leopard mare. He cursed himself deep in his thoughts for even allowing her to follow him here.
"Mother you shouldn't be here and you know it." He scolds her gently but knows that there's nowhere else she'd be. These temperatures were not good for her. She was no young filly and so used to the chilled temperatures back home in the Cove. No, this was all wrong but right now they had no choices to them otherwise. They did but the girls wouldn't stay. Polar went where they chose to go and it had never been different. Always watching over them and that would never change. It couldn't. Polar had always felt himself responsible where Solomon wasn't in their footsteps. Protecting them while they were away from his sire.
Having eventually come near Solomon, a soft sound escaped the younger stallion's throat. "Dad." Polar called softly to his sire. "What happened? Why are you here?" It was all unfamiliar. Upon their return there had been none but strangers in the Cove. It was from the shadows that Polar had kept the two girls far from the borders of the home they knew. Right now it wasn't their home. It was strange and none there were familiar in scent or recollection. Polar had tracked his sire here and of course the mares had followed him. He had been helpless against it. Neither mare spoke right now but Sharkie approached and gently stretched her nose toward Solomon's neck. A silent comforter in a sea of unfamiliarity. Isn't that how it should be though? Replies: