(Whip & Rambo) It's not home without you

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The man had become broken, numbers depleting to just a few mares. He was growing a bit depressed and a bit angry that he hadn't done more actions. Was he failing to be a good lead stallion? Snorting he made his way towards the last known lands of Socrates and his herd. His eyes narrowed and his mind was set. He was getting his lead and his son back, no matter what he had to do. He had even thought of forming an alliance with the stallion, even when he knew little of him. He was pushed by determination, wanting his herd back, wanting his family together, and being sick of living almost alone. Several had disappeared and he only had one child that was living with him. She was at home, knowing she was able to care for herself and fend off any stallions. The large draft picked up his pace as the scent of a claimed territory filled his nostrils. He felt himself tense and his blood began to rush through his veins. He wanted them back, needed them back so that his family could come together again. After getting them he would be out to search for Eleven and Calamity, once settled he would move out again to look for new members to join his herd. As a stallion he needed a purpose, to pass his genes and to protect those he cared about. Without that there wasn't much worth to a stallion. He wanted to have a purpose and wanted to live within the lands and be somewhat known.

Reaching the borders the large draft stood tall, snorting, and scanning the area. He could smell Zinnia and he could smell Mason. Throwing his head he let out a deep, rumbling call. Summoning Socrates for a talk, hoping that's all that he would need. He didn't want to fight unless he had to. Besides this stallion seemed to have a thriving herd, by the smell of it. What was his need for Hank's dear Zinnia and Mason. Stomping his large feathered hoof he waited patiently for Socrates arrival, preparing to talk, and hoping to see his bride and his son in good health.

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Hank ;; Stallion ;; 7 yrs ;; [Shire x Clydesdale x Belgian x Paint] x [Morgan x Percheron x Noriker] ;; Sooty Dark Blue Roan Minimal Sabino ;; Bright blue eyes ;; 17.0 hh

Rambo-Jam Whipster

[Whipster]

Socrates was an honest man, he believed. Worked for what he had, was at a good state of mind with all that was happening around him. Their home was beautiful, and his children... they were the part of it all that made life what it was. And as he looked over his ring of maidens and youths, he was well aware that the day was coming in which he would have to face the draft stud Hank for the return of his woman and son. It was a dreaded day, for sure, but Socrates knew that neither of them were happy where they were, no matter the politeness or formalities. And when the thunderous call rang through the lake, the brindle brute did not stir with discomfort, but simply trot easy to Zinnia's side, and smile thoughtfully. "He has come," he said, and parted ways to head North, where the blue painted stud surely waited.

Plato had watched his father head away, concerned as to where Mason could possibly be going. They weren't friends, per say, but he hadn't many others now, aside from himself and his mother. So the colt hurried forward, nickering and tossing his head up to follow the troupe to wherever this intruder was, curious of who could possibly be here at this time of day. It was high noon, they should have been eating, or doing something productive to prepare for the winter months ahead of them. But, what did he know? For a while he did not think he would catch up, taking quick steps to just catch a glimpse of his fathers hind quarters. Socrates minded naught, and knowingly kept his pace as slow as possible, because he was well aware that there were now three following in his wake.

Socrates held himself like a great business man; the philosopher's son; the prodigy of the skies. He stepped into the open, becoming known to Hank with a dip of his crown and a low pitched nicker. Yes, he knew exactly why this man was here, and he could only smile. The man was no monster, he did not take with trickery in plans to hurt either Zinnia or Mason. In fact, he would be sad to see them off. So, approaching the blue roan stud, Socrates cleared his throat. "I was starting to think you'd never come," he exhaled a chuckle after, shrugging his shoulders and letting them roll over and crack. "I also can't say I am excited. I've come to enjoy their company, but..." he sighed, blinking twice, thrice, and continuing on. "They are yours, Hank. I never argued that. Your son is very excited to meet you. Zin has done good for him." And then he waited, for the arrival of them all, his son included, coming in at the corner of his fathers eye and watching on carefully.


Rambo-Jam & @country
would love to see them have a good alliance, and a possible friendship with mason? brothers perhaps?

[Rambo-Jam]

The rosey ash splashed mare's tiara popped up with surprise and a smile hearing a nicker in the distance, she knew that nicker and it had been so long since she heard it. It was like a phantom caress of a gentle stroke on the cheek that has long since been gone and almost forgotten. Being quickly reassured by Socrates himself of whom she believed the voice belonged to by his approached and smiled as he spoke. "Indeed he has sir." Courteous as always of giving her respect to the herd leader, whom had given her a non-displeasurable stay in his home lands. "Mason, your father is here." Softly neighing to her bay splash son, who was already looking awkward with his grey eye circles spreading across his whole face ever so slowly. The yearling colt seemed rather ecstatic and was basically bouncing in spot as he quickly trotted up to his mother's side as they both commenced with following Socrates.

It didn't take much for Mason to notice a young son of Socrates was following them, he'd actually had a few small pleasant interactions with the colt. Oddly enough the youngling had grown on Mason, something he hadn't expected but he liked the spriteful little guy. He kept glancing back with a smirk on his mug, amused Plato was seeing them off. The yearling draft was so tempted to nicker back and ask the younger colt to come forward. But then the sight of his father came into view which distracted his train of thought completely. Unable to help himself he nickered quite forwardly to his father, knowing he himself had basically doubled in size the last time he'd seen his father. Indeed the blue roan draft did not seem quite as huge as he remembered when he was only a few months old, still majestically grand, just not as tall as he once thought. Definitely had to be his lanky grow spurt stage in life causing such an effect.

Zinnia just smiled genuinely as she softly nudged Mason on the neck after his lively outburst, he smiled back nuzzling her jaw, it made her so proud to see how much Hank's son was excited to see him. Her dark chocolate gaze softened with relief at the sight of the handsome blue roan draft, it'd been ever so long since she looked upon his pleasant features. Stepping forth next to Socrates, nodding to him, "Dear Socrates, you've been the utmost kindest of hosts. I could never imagine having a better kidnapper than you." She threw in a bit of a joke with her tone so it was all lighthearted and as sweet as her voice, meaning nothing wrong by her words. Zinnia meant completely well by her words, "I will always consider you as a friend Socrates, our stay has been rather pleasant compared to what I initially thought it would be. I am grateful for that." Touching her nose gently against against the seal brindle's shoulder in appreciation of him. 

Looking up warming at her mate, she would never blame him for coming to late, there was always a time and place for the right thing to happen at the right time. Perhaps a well trusted alliance could be created today, an advantage both could use in the long run if something was to ever happen. 

@country Whipster