This would seem to be quite the predicament Sarathiel had himself into. Would seem being the key words here. He felt no more trapped here than he did out in the middle of a field with miles and miles of emptiness all around him. Oh, let them think he was trapped. By all means, it made things easier on him. One day they would learn exactly how trapped an Angeni warhorse truly was.
But why would anyone think he was trapped? Because he was in The Flock, a very female-based society where he, as a lowly stallion, was forced to stay in this one area with the other good little boys until called upon by some mare who wanted his attention. He really had no more interest here than that. Had no intentions on staying, so why even try to continue his trade here? He had noticed, when he was left alone, that some of the other stallions had made a home of the herd, opening businesses to share their trades with the rest of the equines. His trade would certainly be useful here-it was useful everywhere-but he absolutely wasn't going to settle down and make a little spot for himself to share it. As it was, he'd left his bag of already made charms behind, just in case the Harpies would take it from him. He just had to add the finishing touches of his blood to make them activate. He'd recently checked his Skinwalker traps to see if the charms were all gone not too long before he was "captured", so he knew they should be fine until then. How fast did Skinwalker's breed, anyway? They weren't that plentiful. Their disadvantage being how rare it was to breed more unless both parents were Pures. Yes, he could afford to spend a little time in this place. He supposed he could count it as a vacation. There wasn't much asked of him here except to stay in this area and keep company whatever ladies wanted him. He could do that. For a bit, anyway. His purpose in life was much greater than just being a stud for offer, no matter of enjoyable it was.
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