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

Padding along one of his heavily used trails, Voyager let his ears flick out to listen to the territory. His voice had been unused for a long while now, his body just roaming in the silence as his amber eyes captured the light of everything. With every breath he took, the black stallion could taste the change upon the territory he lived. Roamer was in foal with her friend Amarinora. It made his heart warm to see that of his daughter, but he was unsure of what to think considering Wayfarer would be coming of age within the next few seasons. His children were growing so strong and smart, which left him with less things to care for.


Flicking his ears forward at the call of Cromer, Voyager gave a faint smile. She had been a bit off this go round. The light and strength she once had no longer followed her with every step and he could see it upon her tired ways. He did his best to hide his worry, but the black stallion hid very little well and it was plain as day as his thick legs kicked up into a long strided trot and his body waved through the forest towards his lover.


Latching his gaze upon her as he neared, Voyager gave a soft smile towards the brightly colored mare. “Mullberries?” He softly asked, his tone kind as he shifted his frame and worked going a bit behind his Cromer. She was headstrong and he liked when she led the way. With her wanting the mullberries, he knew that she would know exactly where to go and he would follow. His need to watch over her is stronger than his need to guard the territory. Hopefully, Bacardi would let his lax in job slide this once with his mare not being at the best of health.

VOYAGER

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stallion | 17hhs | black | of the forest

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