11-28-2016, 09:13 PM
The woman that rests against his broad side is as helpless as a newborn foal. The trust she places into the stallion him to be surprised (it only reflects in the form a small grunt) but that is all that manifestes. Silver eyes look over the width of his shoulder as he studies the way the cream blends into the gold. The slow rise and fall of her sides are the only thing that reassures him that the mare is not dead.
Tiredness gently tugs at his own lids as he feels the slip of cool air coax him to plant his own skull against the cool rock. It confuses the black stallion as bit as he finds the warmth at his side and the steady drum of a heart beat lull him into slumber with a quiet contentedness.
How perfectly strange.
Tiredness gently tugs at his own lids as he feels the slip of cool air coax him to plant his own skull against the cool rock. It confuses the black stallion as bit as he finds the warmth at his side and the steady drum of a heart beat lull him into slumber with a quiet contentedness.
How perfectly strange.
i know it's short but i wanted to tie it up for future posts <3