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

Agony sliced through a drafts heart like a double edged blade. Crimson liquid dripped from the nostrils of one of his own, their body on the ground in a permanent state of disarray. Voyager blinked his bright eyes at the child that was almost a carbon copy of his Cromer. He did not understand what had happened, but in the night he had heard wolves crying their glee before running off at the sound of a larger predator. It had been a few days since then when Voyager finally moved to that section of the territory, not willing to take his luck against a pack and most likely a bear. Now as he stood and looked at his daughter, he could barely hold himself from sobbing and just letting everything fall away.


Staring at his beautiful daughter, Voyager laid down a set of vivid wild flowers. They had not began to fall claim to fall’s take over and he knew they fit his wayward child. Nuzzling her cold cheek, the stallion let out a pained stallion before he turned away from her resting place and escaped the pain that coursed through his heart at his lost child. Wayfarer, his youngest daughter with Cromer. He had Pirate with her now, but he had not seen much of his counterpart or their son in ages.


Tossing his head as he walked the border, days passed before finally he stopped and stared out over the ocean. His black ears flicked forward before a heavy sigh escaped his lips. “I think we should try this again.” He rumbled, unsure if this was really a good idea. Now that Toland was the lead stallion, Voyager felt as if he should do more to help the young stallion. Instead, the almost eight year old percheron wanted to go search for something. He would have once called it love, but now he was unsure if anyone could love him. He had Cromer and that should have been enough, but now he wasn't so sure.


Heading towards the ocean before getting into it, the stallion let out a deep breath before plunging into the rolling waves. His black coat glistened in the morning sun, but it gleamed brightly in soft yellow and pink hues as he rose onto the crossing island. His head tilted to the side as he got flashbacks to that mare from before that he had scared. His soft eyes crinkled as his face twisted in a wince, but he turned away from that stretch of beach and headed towards the commons with his head held just a bit higher.


Looking around the open expanse of clearing, Voyager took in everything he could see. Many horses were whispering or being swept off of their feet, but his heart thumped hard in his chest at those sweet talkers. His head tilted a different direction, avoiding seeing all the doe eyed mares and wolf plagued stallions. As his eyes scanned, they settled upon a mare and a foal. Feeling his ears tuck, Voyager held in a shocked gasp at the sight. “What… is a mare and foal doing here.” His question was more of a statement, not believing what he saw right in front of him.


Stepping forward, the stallion gave a gentle whicker, his ears perking forward as his head dipped. He was calm in his demeanor forward, not an ounce of something brazen in his steps. “I…” His words choked on I and if he had been a pale coated stallion, his cheeks would be flaming red. “May I ask what has you two in the commons this time of year, miss?” He was gentlemanly in his words, his head lowering as to further prove his point that he was not out to hurt her or her precious child.

VOYAGER

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stallion | 17hhs | black | of the forest

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