06-23-2015, 12:14 AM
He is pleased with his results this autumn.
So far he has managed to couple with six mares (up two from the previous season), which means that, come spring, he should have six children running about Beqanna. And this time, he will even be able to watch some of the children grow.
It’s one of the added bonuses of finally having gathered mares to live in his herd. He will get to watch three of his children grow up, first hand, and will get to see for himself if any of them are special. He certainly hopes some of them are.
He has particularly high hopes for the one from Killgore. The bay beauty is quite the personality, and she’s healthy and strong - the kind of mare meant for producing heirs (rather unlike the cowed Ghoest). She, out of all of them, would be the most likely to give him a talented child, surely?
He is mulling over this thought when a familiar scent is brought to his nose by the warm ocean breeze. Killgore is nearby. He grins. Speak of the devil …
He tracks the scent, following it through the hills to the cliff. He stops there, to, well, admire the view. Killgore looks quite at home now, in amongst the rock and the spray. Her sides are only just beginning to show a hint of swelling with the child within. It won’t be long before she starts getting fat, but it’s a necessary evil.
He whinnies at her, then follows the little path off the cliff and down to the beach to join her. His muzzle trails along her dark side, but there’s no chance of a kick yet. “How are you and our … little bundle of joy doing?”
So far he has managed to couple with six mares (up two from the previous season), which means that, come spring, he should have six children running about Beqanna. And this time, he will even be able to watch some of the children grow.
It’s one of the added bonuses of finally having gathered mares to live in his herd. He will get to watch three of his children grow up, first hand, and will get to see for himself if any of them are special. He certainly hopes some of them are.
He has particularly high hopes for the one from Killgore. The bay beauty is quite the personality, and she’s healthy and strong - the kind of mare meant for producing heirs (rather unlike the cowed Ghoest). She, out of all of them, would be the most likely to give him a talented child, surely?
He is mulling over this thought when a familiar scent is brought to his nose by the warm ocean breeze. Killgore is nearby. He grins. Speak of the devil …
He tracks the scent, following it through the hills to the cliff. He stops there, to, well, admire the view. Killgore looks quite at home now, in amongst the rock and the spray. Her sides are only just beginning to show a hint of swelling with the child within. It won’t be long before she starts getting fat, but it’s a necessary evil.
He whinnies at her, then follows the little path off the cliff and down to the beach to join her. His muzzle trails along her dark side, but there’s no chance of a kick yet. “How are you and our … little bundle of joy doing?”
K H A O S
iron son of carnage and oswyn
hell is empty and all the devils are here
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