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03-09-2013, 10:10 AM
His momentary worry that Alvilda would reject the notion of a foal was dispelled as she began to groom her as well before finally coming to rest with her head pressed against him. He loved the touch of her silky feathers brushing his side. The two were pressed together, each taking comfort in the other's presence. He breathed in her scent, a pleasant mixture of the Pirate's trademark sea-salt smell and her own ginger-and-vanilla scent. The cute white speckles on her head, neck, and shoulders seemed to glow against her dark coat in the moonlight. He smiled as she spoke.
"Well," he said, nuzzling her withers once before stepping back to look her in the eye with a lidded, hot gaze. "Pirates do whatever they want, right? So if we want to go plundering and pillaging with a foal at our side, who's to stop us?" He doubted Corsair would object, after all, why would he? Hadn't Vicer seen him shooting secret looks at the white-striped Cosette? Maybe two foals would be gracing their band soon. All the better, then. A playmate was a good thing for a foal to have.
"Although, perhaps the beach isn't the most suitable place." he said with a wry smile. "We could find somewhere more private." He had always been a little weird about not liking to couple in plain view. Some horses in the Diamondbacks hadn't really cared about who was around when they were with a mare, but Vicer liked to think he wasn't that uncultured. Arrogant and a little bit vain, sure, but not uncultured. And oddly enough, those emotions seemed to vanish when he was with Alvilda. Maybe this was all he needed.
(Shall we say they exit now and go ahead and post their stats in the Grove?)
"Well," he said, nuzzling her withers once before stepping back to look her in the eye with a lidded, hot gaze. "Pirates do whatever they want, right? So if we want to go plundering and pillaging with a foal at our side, who's to stop us?" He doubted Corsair would object, after all, why would he? Hadn't Vicer seen him shooting secret looks at the white-striped Cosette? Maybe two foals would be gracing their band soon. All the better, then. A playmate was a good thing for a foal to have.
"Although, perhaps the beach isn't the most suitable place." he said with a wry smile. "We could find somewhere more private." He had always been a little weird about not liking to couple in plain view. Some horses in the Diamondbacks hadn't really cared about who was around when they were with a mare, but Vicer liked to think he wasn't that uncultured. Arrogant and a little bit vain, sure, but not uncultured. And oddly enough, those emotions seemed to vanish when he was with Alvilda. Maybe this was all he needed.
(Shall we say they exit now and go ahead and post their stats in the Grove?)
