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

Watching the gathering from where he stood, Voyager let his amber eyes flick over the three horses. Amarinora had been Bacardi’s daughter for so long that the black stallion counted her more family than different considering who her biological father was. Letting out a breath, the stallion turned his head though and gently lipped at his daughter before he moved forward. His large hooves flicked over the trail and soon enough onto the beach as his heavy frame wove down towards the small group.


Sliding up beside Amarinora and looking out over the waves, the tired stallion let out a gentle breath before he turned to Bacardi. Giving a faint smile, Voyager dipped his head. He would stick close for the moment as no one knew if something would come, but for all intents and purposes, the black stallion was more of a warden and a shoulder for Bacardi if he needed it over anything else. That was why he shifted a few steps away so that his own daughter could reach and nuzzle up beside Bacardi if he so allowed.


Licking his lips, the stallion looked towards the sun as the three young mares gave Bacardi their love, Amarinora giving a silent and sad smile of her own to Marlowe. Flicking his tail, the black stallion closed his eyes and just listened to the waves, in case anyone actually needed him.

VOYAGER

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stallion | 17hhs | black | of the forest

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