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“mmm well Ayita that place has a lot of memories for me.” He looked at her as if weighing her for a moment. “Now then if you really want I could take and show you the place.” He leaned over to her and whispered to her. “Though I’m afraid I’d have to carry you to get you there quickly so that we aren’t spotted by my less than polite herdmates” He leaned down and moved close to her. He was sore but he could manage her weight. He didn’t tell her the thoughts running though his mind. If anything he was as gentleman like as possible forcing was something that lead to regret, offering and letting a fool walk down the road to doom on their own was something to laugh about later. It was how he had been taught and his mistake with Erumara had only enforced that. He turned his head and smiled. “Here let me help.” He reached over and grabbed her mane with his teeth. Granted it could help her be stable in the water getting onto his back but it also meant she couldn’t get away and had no choice but to get on or suffer the pain of having a large chunk of her main ripped out. Force was foolish but what could he say? It was much more fun. He gave a gentle tug to help her move, how hard he tugged after that was up to her.
 

Freezing was a mistake, yelling was a mistake. The mare was just being annoying and pulling her up was far too easy since she lacked the back legs to push on the ground away. Pulling out of the water was hard. He had to keep his neck turned to keep her mane in his teeth. He refused to let her go because then she would slid back in the water and be lost to him. As such he could not speak to her while he hauled her up and out of the water. The mare was heavy, but that was something he could comment on later. The rocks sounded dull under his hooves but he didn’t stop marching until he was half way to his hidden little rest stop. Each time the mare got to loud while he walked he just gave her a tug to use pain to silence her. Her shouting would draw the wrong kind of attention.

He let go of her mane and focused more on his footing while carrying the male once she figured out how to be quite. “I suppose it goes without saying yelling here would be a bad idea.” His voice was gentle and quite despite his earlier actions. As though he was having the same pleasant conversation he had before not the kidnapping. The ridge that hid the entrance to his little cave was now in view. It took a long ways walking to get there but he didn’t risk a trot with the mare on his back. His side hurt from the tail slaps but he would make do. The heat of the sun had to be painful for the mare who was so used to the water. “You’ll be in the shade soon Ayita.” No doubt the mare would take issue with him using her name now, but he really didn’t care. “You should know that a larger group of sixers should have been around the water any time now. They would have dragged out and made you to suffer. You might find me distasteful but you’re safer with me than them.” He turned his head and looked at the sky for a moment before hurrying to the entrance of his cave. It had a narrow entrance with a steep incline. Down in the base it was big enough for only about three adult azerin. There was a small trickle of water out of the rock making a shallow indent of water in the floor that the mare would have to roll around in if she wanted to cover herself. Down in the shade he stopped and kneeled forward to the right so the mare would slide off.

He didn’t bother to answer her queries in transit because she was far too heavy to keep traveling and talk to the whole time. He did feel bad for her but once she was in the water he felt better. Standing up without her weight on him felt like a blessing. “Well now force is a bit strong, rescue will work just fine though. A few reasons to spring to mind. Fist the Six are having drills in that area soon which means that area will be full of azerin who wouldn’t mind fishing your pretty little face out and then having some fun with you before leaving you in the sun to dry out. Second this place has water so if you’re going to be hiding out from a group of sixer’s then this is the spot to be. The only other azerin who comes here with any frequency is Noct and she’s been a bit busy with something or other lately so I doubt you’ll see much of her for a few days. I really rather hope you don’t have to stay that long though.” He didn’t want to think of the task of dragging her back to the water. Sighing he wondered if she could even eat the leaves of land plants rather than the soft plants of the water. He really wasn’t looking forward to meeting cardinal back at the water and getting beaten up more. “You’re not hungry are you? I can get some land plants but they might be a bit rougher than you’re used to. And I’d rather not explain to the others at the waterside why I’m collecting water plants so if you are hungry you might have to wait until I can sneak out around dark.”

Me’urra noted the tone of her voice. He just shrugged it off. He knew what his herd was like and this mare was far to unique to see crushed. “That’s rather the point of taking you here. Meeting others of the herd would likely result in your death if you weren’t keeping up.” His voice was dry an amused. He was glad she could eat land plants. That made caring for her here much easier. The fact she didn’t need food right away was good too. Looking over Ayita he felt a pang of pity in his stomach. His mane and tail were still damp and unlike the mare he could move about the area much easier. Moving to the steady trickle of water he let his mane get soaked. He would be able to drape his mane over Ayita to help keep her wet. “I’ll be here for a short time before I go ask around to see how long the herd will be at the waterside. With Cardinal running exercises it might be a while.” His muscled twitched at the bird azerin’s name and his disdain for the other male was quite clear.

“The one you had no problem hitting with that tail of yours?”He teased her still draping her with his mane. “Yes. Cardinal is the one who gave me this injury. He is a loud member of the herd who is rather vocal in his opinions. Being northern is a strike against you, a gentle mare another, and lastly your.. uniqueness the last. His own mate he took who is an azerin who enjoyed running down humans in cold blood if I remember correctly. Cardinal one time had a servant of sorts who he bullied into obedaince until the other azerin ran away. He does have three daughters who don’t cause as much ruckas as him, though they are a poison all their own. What does all that tell you about Cardinal?”He didn’t have many nice things to say about cardinal, but he would give the mare a few facts and let her know about the other male.

“Nice to know even a snarky girl like you could be grateful.” He laughed but that faded with her talking about her sister. “If she and Cardinal would get along than she is the kind of mare I would have left in the water to her fate ad what ever happened would happen.” His tone was dark. “There is a distain for those humans and another all together to wish to destroy all who different regardless of human connections.” He shook his head causing his hair to slap against her. “eh. Sorry.” He stopped moving mindful of her vulnerability now. He made sure to get her damp then finally he stood back and moved to the entrance to give her some space. “So little water witch of the north I’m going to get some food now. Cardinal’s men be damned. I need to be out and away from you for a bit.” He would likely end up in a fight again but he hoped it would be one of Cardinal’s minions he met. Right now he needed to be away from this mare. She was weak and helpless and there was a darker part of him that wanted to take advantage of her. He made that mistake once and the small speck of goodness in him felt guilt over it still.

(I’m including a small time skip here of a day because my muse if playing mean with me. Assuming he came back with some food but not too much he is out again the next day. What happened during the night is up to you Me’urra isn’t overly forceful but he is a smoozer and since they seem to be getting along a bit he would use that to his advantage to get closer to her at night. Poor Ayita might be a bit guilty if anything did happen though. Me’urra tends to have that effect on females who realize he’s like oil on the tongue.

So I’ll be placing in Noct today.)

Me’urra snorted and looked at the plant he was gathering today. The water witch had been in his home for a full night and she hadn’t been all that bad. He smirked to himself thinking of how things went the day before. Curiosity, hostility, finally a bit of calmness to deal with. His mother Shar would actually be proud of him if she had any idea how well he had learned to deal with mare. A part of him cringed at the thought just as a part of him wanted her approval. Shaking his head he wondered how long his monstrous mother would have any hold on his life. Shuddering he moved to grab the plant and tug. Due to the desert like nature of the area the roots loved to sink deep.


Nocturne finally was returning back to her den after helping Cardinal’s child away with her mate. In a few days Me’urra’s enemy would be frantic and easier for Me’urra to deal with. Pleased with herself she moved quietly into the cool refreshing shade. Her steps echoed loudly as always but it was fine. She thought she heard some shifting of some sort and smiled hoping to see Me’urra at rest. It was so rare that each time she saw it she memorized it. Slowing her pace to a sickening crawl she made her steps quieter to sneak up on her mate.