He was born on the mountain, of the mountain, and built as solidly as She. A healthy roundness to his sides promised a well of strength in his future, one he almost seemed he could tap into already being a bit thicker than the other foals he'd seen. Minimal pale splashes curved boldly with his figure, cutting through his dominant black, and his dark eyes, so intelligent, observed all in great detail; much as they did now, staring up adoringly at the beautiful bay that accompanied him.
Her lashes were long and thick, like a china doll, face perfectly sculpted by a grand artist, and deep, caring eyes that pulled him in. Her beauty and grace were unmatched, her heart so pure, and he was proud to call her his. He was young, and knew with certainty that he'd never been happier until he found her. His rich darkness melted into her colorful side like it belonged there. Because it did.
Her perfect name from a stranger's mouth assaulted him. Something within him seemed to chase his warmth away, and her reaction to this voice tugged his brows together. She flinched as if stung, and showed him a pretty frown. One she should not be wearing. Then she taught him of her strength, and straightened boldly, a proud little hitch to her chin and her stunning gaze glittering with warning. Had the moment not felt so serious, he would have been smiling at her. See? She really was perfect.
He turned a blank face to the one who had upset her so, bottomless black eyes revealing nothing. She clipped his name in bitterness, and he memorized it. Magnus. Who would dare harm his Cerva and cause her to act in pain?
"Yes, I'm safe," she says, and the little colt stands taller at her side. Of course she was safe, she had him now. He would find them a home and keep her safe. A good little stallion. Just temporarily shorter than the others, for now, 'til he grew a bit more. She didn't seem to mind, though.
A warmth spread through him as she introduced him. "He found me," she declares, and his little heart flipped in happiness. He met her gaze with his own as she turned a smile to him, the truth in her words causing him to beam proudly at her, and he met her nose with his in a sweet caress when she leaned in. He brought that smile to her face, and he couldn't help but feel a little smug about it.
Dovev turned to the older male with a coy little smile, a natural sort of charm lit his face. The colt was the stallion of this family of two, and he took a step forward at his fullest height to introduce himself as one would. I am Dovev, born of the great mountain, he says evenly. With a loving glance back to Cerva, he adds, I have named her Mother.
His passive gaze returned to the gold stallion, What are your intentions here? Let's not beat around the bush, we are both men here.
Her lashes were long and thick, like a china doll, face perfectly sculpted by a grand artist, and deep, caring eyes that pulled him in. Her beauty and grace were unmatched, her heart so pure, and he was proud to call her his. He was young, and knew with certainty that he'd never been happier until he found her. His rich darkness melted into her colorful side like it belonged there. Because it did.
Her perfect name from a stranger's mouth assaulted him. Something within him seemed to chase his warmth away, and her reaction to this voice tugged his brows together. She flinched as if stung, and showed him a pretty frown. One she should not be wearing. Then she taught him of her strength, and straightened boldly, a proud little hitch to her chin and her stunning gaze glittering with warning. Had the moment not felt so serious, he would have been smiling at her. See? She really was perfect.
He turned a blank face to the one who had upset her so, bottomless black eyes revealing nothing. She clipped his name in bitterness, and he memorized it. Magnus. Who would dare harm his Cerva and cause her to act in pain?
"Yes, I'm safe," she says, and the little colt stands taller at her side. Of course she was safe, she had him now. He would find them a home and keep her safe. A good little stallion. Just temporarily shorter than the others, for now, 'til he grew a bit more. She didn't seem to mind, though.
A warmth spread through him as she introduced him. "He found me," she declares, and his little heart flipped in happiness. He met her gaze with his own as she turned a smile to him, the truth in her words causing him to beam proudly at her, and he met her nose with his in a sweet caress when she leaned in. He brought that smile to her face, and he couldn't help but feel a little smug about it.
Dovev turned to the older male with a coy little smile, a natural sort of charm lit his face. The colt was the stallion of this family of two, and he took a step forward at his fullest height to introduce himself as one would. I am Dovev, born of the great mountain, he says evenly. With a loving glance back to Cerva, he adds, I have named her Mother.
His passive gaze returned to the gold stallion, What are your intentions here? Let's not beat around the bush, we are both men here.
