[private] i just want to hold you close to me

[Gale]

Gale this is going to break me clean in two -- this is going to bring me close to you Never as articulate as his host had been, the Curse smiles at the way Mazikeen replies to something he hasn’t even said. He is thinking of the marvelous advantage it will give them on hunts and in battle, the ability to communicate without words. He’s distracted from further plans in that vein when she mentions eighteen children. At that he laughs aloud. “Eighteen?” He says, “That’s practically an army. ” A rather large army, and he is thinking of that as she tugs firmly at his mane. She shows him a future without him, and it is even better than the one he’d imagined. She hunts and kills and burns, and Gale smiles as he presses kisses along her spine. Kisses that grow hotter, until they match the heat in his voice as he promises: “We’ve so much to do before we run.” They might not ever have to run, he thinks. Working with others - well, with Mazikeen - has not been something he’d considered long prior to this life. Raising eighteen children to adulthood would be a rather long process, surely there is some sort of shortcut in the building of an army. @Mazikeen

current appearance: iridescent mostly navy blue stallion with glowing cremello brindle
stripes/markings and blue lightnings, white spinal mane and tail