syden
The Gates were already home for him, and he had spent enough time exploring to know where he should venture, should he bring an equine home. And so, finally, he'd managed to sweet-talk his way into a mare's heart, wrapping her around his finger with relative ease, keeping his tongue dripping with meaningless - meaningful, to her - compliments, convincing the ebony mare to accompany him back to the Gates. He wanted to keep his little raven a secret, frankly, for he had things in mind for the winged mare that involved no other.
She had seemed very excited at the prospect of joining him, her youthful body practically shaking against his own, battle-tested one, large brown eyes warm as they held his own darker orbs. Her wings had spread and she had nudged his chiseled The trip to his home had been rather quick, for he had large reserves of stamina and she had her wings, so he made sure to keep a fast pace; he was not one to dawdle, for even as a child he had always been irritated when others tended to stop and play, or sleep. He wanted to move and keep moving, but he figured that if this mare ever desired a period of rest he would allow it to keep his little raven happy.
He slowed to a walk as they entered the Gates, pausing for her to settle into his pace, and then stopped at a hill, gazing down into the meadows below. "Welcome to your new home, little raven." He offered a smile to her, letting his head bump gently against her cheek before gesturing towards the green expanse before them. He hadn't realized he was so adept at sweet-talking, for she had taken much less effort to convince than he'd imagined; perhaps she just wanted a companion that badly, but he wasn't about to complain. She would make a wonderful pet and a wonderful candidate to carry a child by him, as the season dictated. He would have to make sure, however, he didn't do anything to make his pet fly away.
>> drawn to the things you cannot find <<
