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

Something didn't feel right in the gut of a black stallion. Amber eyes flashed open from where they once had been closed as he turned to face his love. With Cromer pregnant and not at the best of health, Voyager found himself on edge. Anything and everything could set him off if he didn't take a moment to gauge his emotions, but on the wind he could now scent two Atlantis stallions in his home and it sent his body on an instinctive movement.


Making sure Cromer was safe and away from prying eyes, the black stallion moved through the dense vegetation of his home. Black as night ears tucked tight against his head as his large frame pushed through the trails he had worked into the soil. He could taste the anger in his blood on his tongue, but the forest wraith held it all back as he wove through the territory. It wasn't long as he roamed that he finally heard Bacardi’s voice and the words he spoke cemented everything.


Following the trail of the second stallion, Voyager moved silently until he wasn't far behind the other dark stallion with his body hidden in shadow. “It would be best that your rat like tendencies leave.” The sub-lead of the forest spoke, his amber eyes barely alight with the daylight streaming through the canopy. He wasn't far off from Bacardi and he could guarantee that his lead could hear his voice. With their home having always been safe, Voyager had never spoken or looked like this before in his home.

VOYAGER

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stallion | 17hhs | black | of the forest

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