12-07-2015, 03:51 PM
Her teeth against his neck are relaxing, obvious in their gentle manner that she had no intention of injuring him. His teeth worked gently on her withers and down her back, a throaty whicker slipping past his lips as she tugged at his duel-toned mane; it had been so long since he'd had any companionship like this, had anyone understand his ways, that he couldn't help but feel at home with her.
Her head is cradled in the sway of his back and he sighed, tugging gently at her mane before nuzzling his nose against her shoulder. She filled him with such a sense of protectiveness that he hadn't felt since his herd disbanded, all that time ago; he, by nature, wanted a herd, a slew of offspring, but for now the companionship of one mare was more than enough to satisfy his desires of a companion.
He remembered his other mares as they rested, heads on backs, and let out another sigh. He genuinely missed his family - his herd, yes, but they became the family he had lost when he turned two - but this mare excited the prospect of another. He remembered how when he turned two, his father drove him out, just as feral creatures do. He hadn't had the luxury of a bachelor herd but his solidarity was a strong enough teacher, and he had learned more from his loneliness than he ever had around the other stallions. He had learned how being a gentleman was worth it, he had learned how to fight and to appease, and he had learned how to love without abandon while also respecting the wild instincts that consumed at times.