The ‘poor’ dear. She really hadn’t been expecting it.
Zayn had waited until they were deeper in the woods, far away from prying eyes, and then he’d made his move. She’d protested a bit of course, but her protests had been weak in comparison to how she’d acted before. It’s rather difficult for a mare with a cracked rib to fight off an attacker after all.
In the end he’d had his way. He can’t wait to see what his child will be like come spring. For now though he’ll just have to be satisfied with watching her belly grow.
A pleased feeling settles over him as they enter the Mourning Mountain, and he pauses for a moment to take it all in. Finally, it’s beginning to come together. He still has some work to do in the Chamber, but at least here with his herd, he’s making progress. One mare and a child on the way, and in the future, who knows?
His red eyes flick to Becca, and a smirk crawls across his face. The silvered mare doesn’t look near as flashy and full of herself as she had when he’d first run across her in the forest. It had been all too easy to teach her her place.
He takes a step towards her, still smirking as he eyes her up and down. He can’t tell if there’s any more fight left in her, but only time will tell. And if there is … well, he certainly won’t mind beating it out of her. “Home sweet home my dear. What do you think?” Not that he cares. She’s stuck here whether she likes it or not.
ZAYN
I'm an ugly mess
@[Becca]