Post by mythicalprancer on Feb 13, 2015 23:57:50 GMT -5
KIRO | LONER | THIEF
The sun blazed low in the sky up ahead and its setting light stinging the stallion's eyes was enough to cause a quiet grunt of annoyance to leave his clenched teeth. The Eastern Island, home of the brutes who call themselves bachelors. A truly pathetic bunch to him, having to kidnap mares from other herds to actually be able to acquire foals. Poor little air headed tools. They simply lacked the intellect to understand what it takes to not have to use force on a lady...
If you had told the thief that he would frequent this island so much a year ago he would have very likely laughed at your expense. However, his old friend Cain had been running the herd for a couple months now and Kiro had business to discuss with him here. They had been friends for most of Kiro's life, or at least as much as each of them could call someone a friend that to anyone else was mutual toleration. There weren't many the other tolerated, but the two were very likeminded and however selfish of a thief he was he found himself not above helping out the other in any way possible. Of course, he sometimes reaped the benefit of a rendez vous with one of the herd's mares and Cain would turn a blind eye. It was a good partnership.
He had to say too, so many of the bachelor captures had been treated so badly during their stay that a sweet word was well appreciated with them. Some, not all, were finely selected too and Kiro often took notice of each beauty before he approached one. Today wasn't any different.
The sun blazed low in the sky up ahead and its setting light stinging the stallion's eyes was enough to cause a quiet grunt of annoyance to leave his clenched teeth. The Eastern Island, home of the brutes who call themselves bachelors. A truly pathetic bunch to him, having to kidnap mares from other herds to actually be able to acquire foals. Poor little air headed tools. They simply lacked the intellect to understand what it takes to not have to use force on a lady...
If you had told the thief that he would frequent this island so much a year ago he would have very likely laughed at your expense. However, his old friend Cain had been running the herd for a couple months now and Kiro had business to discuss with him here. They had been friends for most of Kiro's life, or at least as much as each of them could call someone a friend that to anyone else was mutual toleration. There weren't many the other tolerated, but the two were very likeminded and however selfish of a thief he was he found himself not above helping out the other in any way possible. Of course, he sometimes reaped the benefit of a rendez vous with one of the herd's mares and Cain would turn a blind eye. It was a good partnership.
He had to say too, so many of the bachelor captures had been treated so badly during their stay that a sweet word was well appreciated with them. Some, not all, were finely selected too and Kiro often took notice of each beauty before he approached one. Today wasn't any different.
