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

Rising from the sea with his long hair plastered to his neck, a black stallion blinked his amber eyes. Muscles buldged and flexed with each step, showing just how much growth the percheron beast had taken over the years under Bacardi. Well worn trails across the Forest spoke of his constant movements and the safety of that territory left its own lasting impression. With none of the horses in the Forest being the fighting type, it also aided with everything staying relatively peaceful and easy on the large stallion. He liked calm, even if at times he found it to easy to fall into a day of just patrolling.


Shaking his head and looking out over the crossing island, Voyager took in the land. He had been here before and now he stood here on the same mission as before. Halcyon had left, he had watched her from the depths of the forest as her body fled from Luthien in general and took to the sea. He was not surprised she had left as he had not been the best stallion, but he was hoping to change that. Cromer let him roam around and do an over abundance of patrolling, but the six year old stallion was starting to realize that he could not just patrol and expect everyone to be okay with it when he was never around to spend much time with them.


Letting out a breath, Voyager was about to head into the commons from where he came ashore when a cry for help had his head turning. Moving out his long legs, the draft stallion moved across the open expanse of beach before his amber eyes locked upon a painted mare laying upon the beach. He knew the tide was changing as it inched higher and higher upon the beach with each rolling wave and it made something snap in him. Pinning his ears, the stallion's frame moved with ease over the open expanse of ground before he finally slid to a stop not far off from her form. It did not take long for him to realize she was either asleep or passed out and it had his heart thumping. With no real mean bone in his body, Voyager did not look angry more as he looked stressed. This was a mare on the beach in fall and passed out on the sand.


Going closer, the black horse lowered his head and aimed to nudge and push at her, hoping she would wake up if his muzzle managed to tap her body before she woke. “Miss?” He called, his deep tone gentle as he stood over her, his frame coiled in unease but a calm and easy expression upon his face. He did not want her to wake up and be fearful of him, but who wouldn't be considering he was seventeen hands and looming over a body?

VOYAGER

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stallion | 17hhs | black | of the forest

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