Stallion Mage: A Horse Shifter Mpreg Romance (COMPLETE)

The Restless Past

Alvarr's body still thrummed with the dangerous power he had released.  Why didn't that happen with Laren?  As far as he could remember, the land had stayed the same shape after they mated.

A curious feeling of wellbeing lingered, despite the mage's fear of what he was becoming.  He smoothed his hands down his chest and stomach.  He didn't feel any different… so why was this happening?

A pang of longing for home struck him.  Both instinct and emotion pulled at him.  Now that he could blend his energy with the earth's, Alvarr was certain that he could find his way back.

But he had to keep on.  The field infested with romeya rose up in his imagination.  The stallions would grow thinner and thinner with no forage.  Even Laren… no, Laren would be the first to go without food for the sake of the others. 

Horror and panic descended at the thought of the big gray stallion becoming starved.  He was actually shaking.  The mage gripped a handful of his own hair and wrapped it around his wrist.  It was just his natural desire to have a strong leader, but that was reason enough not to let that happen. 

Alvarr unwrapped his hair and stood tall.  He had come to prevent that fate, and he would not abandon his journey without answers. 

He went to the stream and washed off his own fluids in the cold water.  That had been an interesting experience, he had to admit.  But lonely, and frightening at the end.  He felt no urge to repeat it. 

On four-legs, he grazed to sustain himself.  If only the tribe could come, he thought, looking around at the tough but green and sweet grass.  A deep peace spread throughout the earth; he could feel it under his legs. 

The stallions would want for nothing.  The hills would shelter them.  There was not as much water, but perhaps there was a lake or river farther on.  And what about the mares, and the young stallions who would have to cross over?  That would be impossible.

Still, he wished the others could at least see it.  

Alvarr cast one more look around and started walking once more.  For more days and nights, he continued to rest, graze, and travel.  The air turned colder at night, especially on the higher slopes.

Sometimes, when he got to a peak, he looked around at the unfamiliar land.  What is everyone doing now?  Do they think of me?

It was odd how deserted the land was, Alvarr thought.  The parched grasslands had been harsh and unwelcoming, yet that beast had lived there.  Here, though, there were very few creatures even though the hills could sustain them.  It made the mage uneasy.

On the fifth night away from home, or perhaps the sixth, the peace had become oppressive, and the unvaried landscape made Alvarr wonder if he had been traveling in circles.  He had not dreamed of Laren, or anyone, again.  It made him feel like no time was passing, except that he knew that it was.

The mage's stomach had become irritated over the last day or two, probably with all the rich food.  There was no shortage of grass and other nutritious plants, and Alvarr had been eating enough to sustain his constant travel.  The silence is getting to me, he told himself. 

Though the loneliness was familiar.  Once he had adapted to being away from home, the mage found himself no more lonely than when he'd been surrounded by the tribe.  There were just fewer people around.

He shook his mane and trotted to some sparse, thin grass under a tree.  He'd graze here instead of the grass that had grown in the full sun, and maybe the softer, more tender stalks would help his stomach.