Vadim
stallion | draft x | dunalino pintaloosa | 18hhs
There were a few times that Vadim thought he’d be caught. A passing paint mare with fierce eyes made his heart race with anticipation to run, but thankfully he managed to skirt around her without being seen. So when he finally found Devi, a sigh of relief escaped him, even if the danger wasn’t truly passed. Any one of them could come barreling out to attack him, even with her here. But at least he’d reached his goal.
When she noticed him, her reaction causes a crooked grin to tug at his lips. He’d half expected her to be the one to chase him out, but she doesn’t pin her ears, and only seems shocked to see him. “Then make sure she doesn’t find me.” he says softly back, knowing that she could keep him hidden with her vast knowledge of this land if she truly wanted to. Reaching out his muzzle, he hoped to pass her’s to reach her neck and lightly brush down along the soft curve. Drinking in her scent was enough to sooth the ache that had been growing so fiercely in his chest, but he wanted more. Which was why he had come before Fall, and not during. Vadim felt he would’ve never had enough self control with the added season upon them.
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