The affection from his daughter was returned with a soft nudge of his velvet lips to her shoulder. He was proud of her, that she didn’t turn out to be some meadow for the stallions to romp around in. She was regal, and stood tall at his side. But his moment of pride was soon shattered, as the pale faced mare erupted with laughter, and he couldn’t help but gaze upon her with a questioned look. The last time he saw anything laugh that hard, was well- never. As she stepped closer, her voice crashed into his ears like nails to a chalk board, causing them to flip back tightly against his crown. Why was it so funny, that his name was Nato? Confused, the irritated stallion glared at the ludicrous minx. To him, she was disgusting, and now a waste of time. Why did he bother bringing her here? Ignorant shemale. Crimson eyes rolled, as he turned and looked to his daughter, who was equally puzzled.

And before he could say anything, the pale faced wench spoke a name he hadn’t heard in years. Orvos, the name rolled smoothly in his mind as he remembered the black iron horse. In his travels after the shadow of Isilme, he had found their herd many moons away from what he considered home. A tribe of warriors with docked tails, and hairless necks drove a world of power, and skilled fighters. His eyes plumped to her final statement, of baring his child. You have got to be kidding. His thoughts raced back to a moment in time, where he noticed the stallions there were all the same, and the mares, were slender and beautiful, but she she was shaven and cut to look like a warrior. How.. cute.

Turning to his daughter, as she questioned the strangers’ name, he offered a half hearted smile. ”He was an old acquaintance.” Tone, firm as he lifted his gaze from his blue eyed daughter and to his glass horned brother, d’Art. His motions of looking away, followed by his words set Nato over the edge, as he removed himself from his daughters side and walked closer to the lake. Why would Orvos send me this creature? Her insanity mocks her heritage, and her father’s loins. Sending her here, to add my strength to his empire; what a fool. Could he not find a more suitable mare; One with a brain? Nato found himself lost in his own thoughts as he turned to face the trio, a twisted smile creased his lips as he lazed his crimson gaze upon Quinn.

”Of all the beautiful mares in his empire, he sends you” Tones were laced with a mild rumble of laughter as he found himself daunting on the fact, Orvos had to be out of his gord . It’s a damn good thing, mares can’t rape stallions. The beast grinned to himself, thankfully.

Nato