He had just arrived back from the pleasure district - his body clean but his mind fresh on what he had just finished. Being around other woman was something he really enjoyed, and today was no different. Pavlos had spent his entire night laying with the ladies of the purple room for nearly five hours long. Sipping on wine - eating fine food and listening to them sing to him. After he had his rounds with them, in every position might he add if someone asked, he would take his fill and leave. The sun was rising just behind his shoulders and the glimmer of the sun over his body gave him a warm chill. He runs his palm up over his face and lets his fingers drag back into his hair, his eyes rolled back as he groans. Why did he have to leave his stallion so far from the building? A few more blocks and he was there at a fork in the road. His eyes cast down as he collected himself before getting back onto his horse. "Hugo...lets go...the morning is upon us.." he whispers sweetly to his dappled steed. With a gentle neigh and a kick of his head forward, they were off into the streets. The town and city had yet to waken in their normal buzz and blurr, and Pavlos was hoping to obtain his bed before then. The echoing sounds of Hugo's hooves hitting the ground hit the walls of every building until finally opened prairie sounded a less drawn echo into the air. The sun would eclipse the hill sides just right to cast a golden showering flow over ivory green and brown grasses. Ahhh, this was a pure moment for him, Pavlos would take in such a sight and pray momentarily to his goddess his thanks for such splendors and beauty to gawk at.
Moments later and the thicker echoes of hooves on hard floor could be heard against his ears. His lips pursed and his tongue clicks to the roof of his mouth, Hugo halts and soon comes to a gentle walking stop. Pavlos was wearing his normal attire in cyan blues and golds, his sandals white with a golden clasp and bead at the end of the ties. His hair freshly washed as the wind did well to dry it through hugo's perfect speed. When they arrived to his house manor - Pavlos gently throws a leg over the stallions back and lands perfectly still at his side. Out of breath for a moment he drags his hand back over his head to fix any pieces of his hair that was danced out of their normal place. Sun kissed skin would glimmer with the light hint of sweat as he moves to tie Hugo into the stables. When he does he leaves the equines housing area and checks on the new foals that were born only weeks ago. One a fine chestnut filly with a rather unusual set of eyes in the color blue and white. A black marking lined the filly's neck in a shape of a river coast. "River - that would be a fine name for you little one." He smiles and taps the mare on her neck "A fine job momma." he tells it before moving onto the next stall.
This stall had housed one of his more prized breeding habits. A mother and child of pure silky golden hues. "Good morning Fairchild." he tells the mother before turning to her son, a creamy golden boy with beautiful black colored eyes. "You know, I have your father carved with me forever.." he tells the colt before tapping his chest gently where he kept the finely carved mini horse he had done many years ago. Sadly the stallion had passed away due to an illness that he nor his workers could keep from happening. But at least his stallion was able to give them 3 fine colts for the next generation, this one before him, being the last of such a magnificent line. He stares down into the stall of the colt before trying to think of a good name for him, but the only thing that was screaming at him was "Brave" after all this was the very colt who was running around his halls the day after he was born as if his head was on fire. "So be it then, River and Brave - Welcome to this new world we call home." he smiled.
Pavlos would nod and leave his horses to finish their meals before finally heading into his home. His body aching at the ride alone come back, and the nights events previously, he really should lay down as soon as possible. But the trek up the stairs and into the bath house was something he was not preparing himself to do just yet. Perhaps closing his eyes first would better suit the needs his body was telling him to do. Making his way across the dinning hall and into the sun room, Pavlos would find himself one of the flat seats by the fountain and stream his body across it. His arms pulling out from his clothes leaving his chest to glimmer in the coming sunlight through the windows, his left arm would arch and lay across his eyes with a leg promptly bent at the knee to keep him stable on the bench. His right arm and hand dangle to the floor as he sighs heavily. It was only a matter of moments before his body would succumb to the sleep deprivation he held for many nights. The tiny bobbing of his chest up and down with each breath he took as he finally was in a deep restful slumber.
Moments later and the thicker echoes of hooves on hard floor could be heard against his ears. His lips pursed and his tongue clicks to the roof of his mouth, Hugo halts and soon comes to a gentle walking stop. Pavlos was wearing his normal attire in cyan blues and golds, his sandals white with a golden clasp and bead at the end of the ties. His hair freshly washed as the wind did well to dry it through hugo's perfect speed. When they arrived to his house manor - Pavlos gently throws a leg over the stallions back and lands perfectly still at his side. Out of breath for a moment he drags his hand back over his head to fix any pieces of his hair that was danced out of their normal place. Sun kissed skin would glimmer with the light hint of sweat as he moves to tie Hugo into the stables. When he does he leaves the equines housing area and checks on the new foals that were born only weeks ago. One a fine chestnut filly with a rather unusual set of eyes in the color blue and white. A black marking lined the filly's neck in a shape of a river coast. "River - that would be a fine name for you little one." He smiles and taps the mare on her neck "A fine job momma." he tells it before moving onto the next stall.
This stall had housed one of his more prized breeding habits. A mother and child of pure silky golden hues. "Good morning Fairchild." he tells the mother before turning to her son, a creamy golden boy with beautiful black colored eyes. "You know, I have your father carved with me forever.." he tells the colt before tapping his chest gently where he kept the finely carved mini horse he had done many years ago. Sadly the stallion had passed away due to an illness that he nor his workers could keep from happening. But at least his stallion was able to give them 3 fine colts for the next generation, this one before him, being the last of such a magnificent line. He stares down into the stall of the colt before trying to think of a good name for him, but the only thing that was screaming at him was "Brave" after all this was the very colt who was running around his halls the day after he was born as if his head was on fire. "So be it then, River and Brave - Welcome to this new world we call home." he smiled.
Pavlos would nod and leave his horses to finish their meals before finally heading into his home. His body aching at the ride alone come back, and the nights events previously, he really should lay down as soon as possible. But the trek up the stairs and into the bath house was something he was not preparing himself to do just yet. Perhaps closing his eyes first would better suit the needs his body was telling him to do. Making his way across the dinning hall and into the sun room, Pavlos would find himself one of the flat seats by the fountain and stream his body across it. His arms pulling out from his clothes leaving his chest to glimmer in the coming sunlight through the windows, his left arm would arch and lay across his eyes with a leg promptly bent at the knee to keep him stable on the bench. His right arm and hand dangle to the floor as he sighs heavily. It was only a matter of moments before his body would succumb to the sleep deprivation he held for many nights. The tiny bobbing of his chest up and down with each breath he took as he finally was in a deep restful slumber.