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10-24-2012, 05:36 PM
At first he didn’t notice another presence enter the area. Neck remained flexed down, lips slurping almost greedily to drawn in the chilling liquid that he so thirsted for. Quiet hoof falls of a stranger pried for his attention—velvet core swiveled back to catch tones of familiar weight and pattern. Her musky essence drifted around ebony nostrils, enticing him to rise and greet her as sister. Even before turning gaze to match senses with the face he expected, she nickered to him and then slid parallel to quench a physical need. Familiar hues of chocolate and soft flaxen caught his eye. Tamira The lass had been one of his more favored experiences with rouges. Maw lifted from the pool, whiskers still dripping with water. A laid back smile tugged at his lips, “Good morning,” he voiced softly, his eyes catching hers. "I see I am not the only one who cannot sleep," the hints of a chuckle rumbled free from a squared chest. She reached out to greet him; the soft touch was welcomed and returned with him brushing lips across her forelock. Pulling away he responded with a smile in his voice, “I can rest longer when the true death comes to relieve me of duties,” glance was sent across her physical features to gauge her condition to their harsh climate, “Have you settled in alright?” The concern for her well-being wasn’t surprising, he was a general now; and as such carried a pressing weight of others upon his shoulders. More so now that he had a son to think of. The golden lad could no longer seek solitude within the refuge of the canyons when responsibly grew too heavy to bear. |
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