i've learned to love a little bit of blood in my wine Posted on June 12, 2024 at 09:33:31 PM by Carthage
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Carthage came from the dense wood like a shadow. He knew that the situation was tense with their very livelihood on the edge of a knife, dangling at the precipice. The dark bay stallion had very little knowledge of the stallion Snapdragon had allowed to step in for her. His name and home, yes, he knew that much. Carthage did not trust what he did not know. What bothered him thus far was that he was unsure how far this Nahawi was willing to go? Would he bleed for Paradise and shed blood for it? Everything rested on those answers being in their favor. That and luck.
Her screams and sobbing did not put off the dark male. There was no containing that kind of anguish. Carthage did not falter or waver in his presence, merely hanging back until his leader calmed herself. Once she did, the stallion would press forward. "My lady," he crooned, truly seeking to soothe her in his own particular way. "What can I do to help ease your suffering? Surely there is hope yet for victory." His crimson eyes narrowed upon her painted form, coveting every inch of her form, mind, as well as her position, difficult as it might be to bear at the present time.