A MAN OF HONOR IS AT ALL TIMES A MAN OF HIS WORD.

Winter was the roughest time of year on the large black stallion. His long coat kept him warm, but the way his dark nose ended up chapped had Voyager snorting out boogers. His long legs prowled over the forest he was allowed to claim as home, making trails in the snow that did not even give away fully. His herd was still small, Cromer being his only love and honestly, he was thankful for it. He would be happy with her for what would he be if he wanted more than just her warm touch in the night?


Traversing the trails and over the small inclines, Voyager was about to head farther into the forest when the sun faintly blinded him. His amber eyes squinted against the bright light before he found himself staring at Cromer. The soft rays of the sun had her ever so beautiful, but he was certainly doing his best to keep her from being uncomfortable with his gestures. She had warmed up, yes, but that was still something he was nervous about doing. She was pregnant and needed her space for sure.


Lifting large hooves, the dark as night stallion slunk through the forest before coming out of the tree line and gently reaching to brush his head against her side and ever so gently over her stomach. He tried his best to not touch her, but every so often his urges would have him gently reaching out to see if she would allow that of him. Turning to the sky, he moved so that he would not block her sunlight and allowed it to warm his own dark coat this chilly winter morning.

VOYAGER

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stallion | 17hhs | black | of the forest

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