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

Voyagers sleep was peaceful. The soft snores that came out of his nostrils were not bothered by the gentle breeze that slipped through the branches of his home. Pine needles slowly brushed against each other and gave their little home a gentle shush like sound as the brushed and tugged against their partners in the branches. Voyager would not her much above the ever static like noises that filled the forest and where he got to call home, but there were still certain sounds that would rouse him from his slumber and have his eyes widening open with an alterness that should not be possible after being in such a deep sleep.


Jerking his head around to scan about him, Voyager noticed right off the bat that his Cromer was gone. The large black stallion grew panicked as he rose with a grunt from the ground, his thick legs making an audible thump with the weight they had to bring off of the ground. His large frame shook most of the dirt and fallen needles from his body, but the fear of not knowing where Cromer was would not leave with a gentle shake. His amber eyes flickered as he did a circle around their bed, hoping to see her in the distance when the sound of her voice squealing on the wind had him stopping dead in all of his movements.


The sound he heard her escape was pained, something that he should of been going right towards to protect her from whatever danger could be out there. However, the stallion stopped his train of thought when the scent of birth slowly drifted on the wind like the fresh scent of blooming honeysuckle. Right then as the scents of birth tickled his nostrils, the black stallion did not allow himself to go closer. Mares in general did not like when they were being bothered during birth. They were vaulenrable and he would not allow Cromer to feel any inkling of the sort just from his presence. It was many hours later though that her voice finally had his hooves plowing through the forest lands and towards the woman of his heart.


Upon arrival, Voyager saw that Cromer was lathered and coated in sweat. With her was a softly colored little filly that had his attention for a little longer than she should at the moment. Flicking his eyes to Cromer though, Voyager faintly perked his ears and nickered at her. He wasn't sure what she wanted to do and he would let her decide the next steps for he did not wish to over step what was allowed of him.

VOYAGER

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stallion | 17hhs | black | of the forest

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