Meadow

Like a cornered cat she fixes him with piercing eyes that were not the least bit friendly. Which, he mused was to be expected. He was a stranger and a male one at that. The last thing she ought to be doing was trusting him in any capacity, despite the fact that Asmodeus meant her and her family no harm.

The metaphorical dagger spun in the air between them, and his eyes glittered in acknowledgment. One wrong move and she would make him regret approaching.

"I'm learning to be one, yes," he answered companionably, his lips pressing briefly together in hidden amusement. He hadn't initially planned to be. A part of the reason he found himself so drawn to mares like Daciana, like Nyimara, like Marceline was because they were self-sufficient. Not a single one of them needed him in any capacity. He had therefore assumed that they would be capable of caring for their children without him, too, the way that Asmodeus' own mother had when the twins were very small.

But raising Cahyr with Nyimara had been eye-opening. Not entirely a smooth journey, and still incredibly bumpy, but eye-opening nonetheless. It was surprisingly fulfilling to see your child grow and develop, to watch them grow independent and bold, to see them learn the skills they would need to carry on your legacy. It was harder to watch them develop their own minds, especially when torn between two opposite-minded parents, but the chimera supposed that couldn't be helped. He had known from the moment that Nyimara picked up his leash that none of the rest of his life would be simple.

"The few women I have courted live across the islands and hardly need my input," He paused, a frown flickering briefly across his lips. "But I am trying. Better late than never, I suppose." He hummed a soft chuckle, though his mind was on Cahyr, and Antoinette and how differently the two regarded him. The former was angry - rightfully so - but he still held some fondness for his father. Antoinette, however, seemed to have no use for him, and he was fairly certain the girl would actually prefer if he died. Then there was the child that Daciana had carried… if she had carried it. A child that did not know him, and might never know him. It was a strange mix.

He had allowed a brief pause to stretch as he got lost in his thoughts but his gaze refocused on the tense mare. "Are you out here looking for someone? Or something?" He asked, tilting his head. She didn't strike him as the sort of mare that someone would easily let slip through their fingers, which begged the question of why she was here trying to hide a young child where there was no one - friend, lover, captor - to watch over her.

Adult Stallion 16.0HClassic Champagne ChimeraSolomon x Xiomara