07-16-2016, 01:21 PM
Everyone has an opinion on herd life – on the stallion's who tend a harem, really, and most opinions were always slanted toward finding boyish wickedry in the said herdsman. As if they're never gentlemanly, always simple, always looking to make a string of descendants and make scars on the flesh of others. Chemdog would defend himself, his women, if he could hear the way most of think but alas he was never curse with mind-reading and therefore is content in knowing what he knows. He's never forced his way into anyone or held anyone against their physical will. Trickery, maybe, but that's not for the public to know. He can easily let all the dispersions go without hesitation, but when Vessel's twin comes sauntering into the Village the stallions eyes betray his disgust. Vaughan's distaste is even evident from this distance [several hundred feet]. A cliff holds him up while he spies quietly from afar; his white face covered with windswept chunks of ebony hair, his teal eyes hidden. He watches for a moment, the urge to go down tugs at him but something holds him back for just a minute longer – he watches, eyes narrowing on the sputtering stallion below. Vessel comes forward and he groans to himself, shifting his weight from one ankle to the other and slanting both pale ears upright. He knew this moment was coming, but even still it makes his stomach fall against his rib-cage and out his ass. Their voices are muffled and hard to read with precision, but the jist is there, the venom in her brother's cold voice. Fear isn't what tingles in his veins at the moment, nor rage, something different all together. He watches Vess with wide curious eyes and his breathing starts to shallow a little, his nostrils quiver just so. Will she go? He questions himself sternly which makes his tail flick with anxiety. Fuck. Even in her swollen state she manages to drag herself to his beckon and deliver some much needed sass. Chem chuckles under his breath for only the clouds and the birds to hear, up on his lonely spying ledge. He supposes it is time to descend now and clamor to his lover's side. If he moves at more than a walk he may just make it to them before her brother drags her away – and his child in utero. He turns and starts down the rocky slope (of a small overlooking ledge sparsely covered in pines; northern border?) at a jog and sets off onto the path winding toward the siblings. He misses whatever happened between them prior, but the air is thick with emotion still, and even a little warmth, he guesses. He cannot feign even his most crafty grin. Instead he meets the fluffy brother's gaze with a hardened one of his one; a blank expression, eyes exposed. His thick forelock is flipped upside down and resting curled back between his big white ears. Anger isn't apparent that steady glistening stare, but it's obvious there is tension when the dark stallion glides in beside his bay mistress. He refrains from molesting her more deeply, but certainly cannot resist reaching out for a kiss of his bristly muzzle to her huge belly. Shortly after such a gesture his eyes settle back to the brother. The Tundra, his brain clicks. It means little to him, really. He knows better than to assume this retrieval is in the name of any kingdom – if Kimber wanted Vessel by force she would've come, scythe in hand. Her son's mission is most likely rogue or he'd have an army at his flanks. Still not to be doubted, Chem decides. “Welcome, boy.” Is tone is flat and grizzled, near;y a growl but still pronounced and accented, as per usual. His head tilts downward just slightly. Are we going to be rather civil? His eyes flit back to rest on Vaughan's face and into his own reflective glass stare until he can feel the abyss press against his own. “She's free to do what she wants, if that's why you're here.” His head lifts a few inches, standing a bit taller. “You'll not take 'er by force.” His lips brush her cheek as he references her. c h e m d o g in absentia luci, tenebrae vincunt |
holy shit sorry for the wait D;
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@[Vessel] @[vaughan]
