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The two women had left him in the Threshold, high and dry. It was not an unusual state for the goliath of a stallion— when one spends as much time as him chasing mares, then the fates predicted many ‘high and dry’ times. Still, despite being accustomed to this predicament, he still did not enjoy it.
So, naturally, he took flight after them. Though one flew west, towards the setting sun, while the other flew due south. Obviously, they couldn’t make it easy for the poor fellow. So, despite the quiet allure of the south-bound maiden, he had experienced the women of Uumalah and they knew how to please a man. Why risk it failure with the downcast woman of gilded eyes? Yes, her beauty was undeniable. And yes, her self-doubt was held a unique attraction; but he was not a stallion who enjoyed coaxing and encouraging a woman beneath him. (Though, truth be told, he’d a mare any which way. But, if he had his choice, a timid mare was not his preference.)
So, in his moments of indecision, the white siren of the desert flew hard and fast away from him. So much lighter and more athletic was she than he, that her head-start quickly turned into a deplorable lead, leaving the heavy giant far behind her. And, after his long travel to get to Helovia, he needed to rest shortly after taking flight.
Thus, it was far behind the rose-lipped woman that his hoof finally shattered a small shard of glass. Raptor eyes look down at his dark hoof, a few shining shards caught in the orange-red feathers of his leg. He dismissed it— so many things were caught in his mane, tail, feathers, and hair. What was glass?
Stark white ears flick forward, yellow eyes sweeping through the mists and trees, “This fog’s bound to get annoying,” his gruff murmur was meant for himself before his lips truly parted and a low, guttural, stallion’s roar called over the lands.
Here he was. Now, where was his rose?
So, naturally, he took flight after them. Though one flew west, towards the setting sun, while the other flew due south. Obviously, they couldn’t make it easy for the poor fellow. So, despite the quiet allure of the south-bound maiden, he had experienced the women of Uumalah and they knew how to please a man. Why risk it failure with the downcast woman of gilded eyes? Yes, her beauty was undeniable. And yes, her self-doubt was held a unique attraction; but he was not a stallion who enjoyed coaxing and encouraging a woman beneath him. (Though, truth be told, he’d a mare any which way. But, if he had his choice, a timid mare was not his preference.)
So, in his moments of indecision, the white siren of the desert flew hard and fast away from him. So much lighter and more athletic was she than he, that her head-start quickly turned into a deplorable lead, leaving the heavy giant far behind her. And, after his long travel to get to Helovia, he needed to rest shortly after taking flight.
Thus, it was far behind the rose-lipped woman that his hoof finally shattered a small shard of glass. Raptor eyes look down at his dark hoof, a few shining shards caught in the orange-red feathers of his leg. He dismissed it— so many things were caught in his mane, tail, feathers, and hair. What was glass?
Stark white ears flick forward, yellow eyes sweeping through the mists and trees, “This fog’s bound to get annoying,” his gruff murmur was meant for himself before his lips truly parted and a low, guttural, stallion’s roar called over the lands.
Here he was. Now, where was his rose?
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