Such a blast of Fresh Air Posted on December 4, 2023 at 04:57:10 AM by Polar
This pale creature that stood before and beside the pretty crimson lass found his heart melting. Watching her was like watching something crumble that had moments ago been such a precious scene to watch. It made him ache. His heart twinge. His honey eyes washed over her and steadied on her. How could one such as she look so defeated? So broken? Why was she broken? Who had done this to her? Made her feel like life shouldn't be good? Polar doesn't know the story into her life. Not yet. Maybe he'd never know all of it but it wasn't going to be for the lack of trying.
Anger boiled inside as he watches her. He can see the inward struggle of her wanting to shed tears and a part of him rages. Who would make her feel this way? Who would let such a pretty lass be by herself and wanting to just shuffle away to the chilled air? No, it was not right. It made little sense and yet; here she was. Alone before he'd come along. She was like a injured little dove. Left to her own defenses and amusements. Finding none had brought her to nestle down for slumber to where the pale varnish creature had almost trampled right over her. He still felt sheepish about that to be honest.
It is here that the touch of her nose met his own and a warm breath dances into her whiskers before he had pulled his head back slightly. His body does not move away from her though. Polar stands there like a barrier against the cold night wind. Let it hit him as he does not care. He is more concerned with the chestnut lass near him. She is shivering and he wastes no time pulling himself against her. A thick coated warmth to nestle the chilled lady where she had not been prepared for the winter's chill. Polar would care little for the fact that another might be a little unhappy should he come along home with Asphara. His concern is for her and clearly she needed someone to nestle the nights with. Polar isn't going to just leave his newfound dove to the elements and loneliness.
Not a chance! If only she knew that scars meant little to him. He was not rid of them himself. Growing in the Lagoon had given him a few to blemish his coat. Mottled as it were though; they blended in at times. They shimmered at others but they were merely that. Little reminders of a rough time. Nothing more. Nothing less. If only she knew that her life story would not run him off. He would listen. He would comfort. He would give her space when she needed it. He would let her run and perhaps he might even run with her. Rush across the ground without a worry behind them. Just to feel the breeze rushing through those silky tendrils that clung to his face and neck. It was exhilarating at times honestly. Where was the harm in running every now and then? Burning off some built up energy.
Then it was there. Polar listens. He does not move as his ears tune into what the pretty lass is saying. He watches her blue eyes with his own honey windows to the soul. A sorrow fills his heart as he listens to more of her story. His nose moves to brush against her cheek as a silence falls then. "We all have our moments Asphara. Sometimes they are not our glory ones." There is no anger in his voice. It is deep but it is soft. There is no hatred or disdain in those honey eyes as they settle on her pretty blue ones. "He accepted you to live but none of them accepted you into their fold eh? Pity. You are deserving of a chance among any of them. They do not know you Asphara. I hardly know you but I do not see someone who is undeserving of love. Of a family." A part of his family? He yearns for it. Polar hardly knows her but what he's learned and watched is enough in these moments to want to get to know her so much more.
"Never say you do not deserve it Asphara for you do. That and so much more. You deserve happiness as much as any of us." His nose gently brushes against her muzzle then and a gentle breath of warmth escapes him again. "A good mother comes in many forms Asphara. You want a good life for your daughter and that shows strength and love my dear." Perhaps another stallion would show disdain but Polar was not another stallion. He'd always been different. Gentle and loving. Wanting a family and to protect them. Would fight for them if he needed to. It didn't matter if other foals were a part of the deal. Polar was different but perhaps that was a good thing too. Replies: