.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
03-07-2013, 11:40 AM
Vicer chuckled as Alvilda hesitantly replied, asking him if he really meant it. "Of course I do." he said, with a level of truthfulness that surprised even him. He had never felt this way towards a mare, he realized, but now that eh thought about it, he genuinely liked Alvilda. She was friendly towards him, but she still kept him on his toes. And that, he realized, was what he had been missing in every mare he had ever had relations with. Something in Alvilda simply clicked with him. As Alvilda confirmed she had the same feelings, he felt like prancing, parading his joy for all to see. His muzzle moved forward as hers did, and when the two finally touched, a crackle seemed to stem from the simply contact. He breathed into her nostrils, a symbol of friendship that signified more than friendship between the two of them. Unbidden, thoughts of foals rose to mind. But did he really want to be tied down with a child? To finally settle down with just one mare?
Yes, he realized. He did. Here was a horse who seemed to love him for him, who could look past the jerkass exterior to find the soul inside, a soul that simply wanted to be loved. It wasn't like the closeness he had felt in the Diamondbacks, that was simply masculine comraderie. This was something special, something exclusive to two horses. If they had a child, he could stay and help her raise it. They were in the same band. He wouldn't always be traveling from place to place.
As she looked away, Vicer quietly moved a step closer to her, his muzzle reached up to gently groom and nibble her mane and neck. "The night's still young, you know." he paused to say, giving her a wink, then resumed his grooming, eventually ending at her withers, where his rested his head across her shoulders. "Alvy," he asked, looking down at her. "Forgive me for bringing this up right out of the blue, but have you ever thought about having kids with someone?" Old habits died hard with the chestnut, and he was certainly in the mood, but now he wasn't interested in a simple one-night fling. If she was willing, he decided, he would be a part of the foal's life too.
Yes, he realized. He did. Here was a horse who seemed to love him for him, who could look past the jerkass exterior to find the soul inside, a soul that simply wanted to be loved. It wasn't like the closeness he had felt in the Diamondbacks, that was simply masculine comraderie. This was something special, something exclusive to two horses. If they had a child, he could stay and help her raise it. They were in the same band. He wouldn't always be traveling from place to place.
As she looked away, Vicer quietly moved a step closer to her, his muzzle reached up to gently groom and nibble her mane and neck. "The night's still young, you know." he paused to say, giving her a wink, then resumed his grooming, eventually ending at her withers, where his rested his head across her shoulders. "Alvy," he asked, looking down at her. "Forgive me for bringing this up right out of the blue, but have you ever thought about having kids with someone?" Old habits died hard with the chestnut, and he was certainly in the mood, but now he wasn't interested in a simple one-night fling. If she was willing, he decided, he would be a part of the foal's life too.
