Grey wrench halted 'er three-beat rythm, gazing around, slightly bored as he awaited the thumpng of Warth's daggers. She trotted into a patch of tall grass, grining wickedly as she lifted 'er whipcords, realesing 'er scent to see if Warth could find 'er, as she walked in a little further then stood still.

((His name is Wrath lol, not Warth hahaha. Sorry it took me so long to reply...))

The stalwart frame of the warrior hessian glides over the terra effortlessly, 'is strong pillars carrying 'im in enourmous, smooth strides that devoured the hearth 'neath 'im. 'Is eager nares flare as a wisp of scent crosses 'is path, carried by the gentle breeze. 'E slides to a halt and looks around, knowing that 'is mare must be here, some place close by. 'E stand alertly on the spot, 'is hard gaze and 'is sonars flicking every which way, trying to find Milla, the temptress that had requested another brat from 'im. Only 'is strange fondness for 'er had made 'im agree, as 'e was currently on a mission of 'is own. 'E starts and gives a devilish smirk as 'is sharp sight finally catches onto 'er form, half hidden amongst tall grasses. 'E two beats proudly o'er to 'er, 'is crescents taking in 'er scent hungrily. 'E arches 'is neck slightly and half rears powerfully in courtship, then nips 'er 'pon 'er ashen rump gently. "Ye ready, fair seductress of mine?" 'E asks, raising a forepillar to brush it 'gainst 'er hind limb in play.

She swung 'er arched cran towards him with a glint in 'er orbs.
Aye, Wrath, Thy am
She answered, taping 'is forelimb with 'er hard hind flint.

((Lol, thankyou.))

'E smirks as 'he taps 'is fore, then, given 'is permission, 'e mounts the wrench eagerly, putting 'is fores o'er 'er blades to hold 'imself there. 'E nips 'er wither gently then begins, thrusting 'is tool into 'er cavern, total focus on giving 'er the brat 'he wished to bear. 'E thrusts on, after a while planting 'is seed within 'er. 'E grunts and continues, planting another seed to insure the bantle. With that, 'e dismounts, 'is knees buckling 'neath 'iim slightly with fatigue. 'E was not as young as 'e used to be. 'E walks up to meet Millarisan at 'er blade and nudges 'er shoulder softly. "There, ye have yer brat." 'E growls to 'er, mind wanderin to wonder about what it might look like. Perhaps 'he would bear 'im a coltine this time, or maybe another captivating filly to make a bride in an alliance, like Zaynarida. 'E snorts at the thought then looks to 'er, "Where to now?" 'E asks, feeling compelled to accompany 'er there.

She stood still, leaving it up to 'im.
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She turned and sniffed 'er flank before turning, satifiyed to face 'im, 'er grey pelt hiding the few, in 'er opion, shameful white hairs.
To the Foaling Grounds thy think, before something darsic happens.
She answered unable to keep the eagerness out of 'er voacals and then suddenly noting 'is wearyness and strangely hoping it won't affect either brat nor sire.

(No prob. Male name on list could be Darsic!.)

'E shakes off 'is tiredness, and nods, "Then to the Foaling Fields it is." 'E hisses, the slightest hint of a smile crossing 'is cursers as 'e looks at Milla. 'E did not love 'er, persay, but 'e did possess a great fondeness for 'er. 'He had after all given 'im one bantle, and was bearing another of 'is offspring. 'E imagined 'e would grieve heavily if 'e was to lose 'er, 'e enjoyed 'er company. 'E takes a few steps forward, and looks about cautiously. Finding the surroundings safe, and void of any other life, 'e stands and waits for 'er to come also.

She trotted after 'im contentedly.


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