LIONHEART
Rising from the ocean and onto the crossing island was a belgian stallion. His ears flicked back and forth as he let his breathing even out and his body to ease its shaking. He had not swam in months and now he was taking another long swim from the Dunes to the crossing. He had been here once before and met with a mare, but he did not know if she would be carrying his child come spring and he did not like letting the unknown speak enough to keep him back where he belonged.
Shaking his head, the pale stallion sighed and moved, his tail flicking against his hocks. Lionheart, as he had been named, searched for a while until he found himself in the meadow. He was unsure if he would find the mare from before, but he did not wish to stop either. His large hooves pushed through vegetation and when he was about to turn away from his direction and head back the way he came, the stallion's body stopped and his ears flicked to the sound of hooves, his nose pulling in the scent of
her.
Turning, Lionheart lifted his head high and began to move, his voice calling over the distance to her. He did not even know her name, but he wanted to make sure she was taken care of and safe. She could be with his child and he did not want her to be somewhere unsafe for them both. As he moved though, Lionheart came through the last edging of the meadow and through the trees before his gaze landed upon her.
{Stallion}{17.0hh}{Flaxen Chestnut Pangare}{Of the Dunes}
{BG - Unsplash}{Horse Lineart- Averfour on DA}