Post by kyr on Dec 6, 2006 19:13:46 GMT -5
Blooming
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Winter, as harsh as the season was at it's fullest force, had barely left a mild breeze in Cotandra, with it's humid temperatures and tropical setting. The location was key in the thriving of the harem, and all benefited from the easy, lazy season, taking the time to rest and gain in health. Now, they all seemed to be in good spirits, at least from his own point of view. He was, at least. All the winter seemed not to exist in the ocean shore of Cotandra, the ending time of it meant Spring was oh so close. And how he loved the season. He had only seen a glimpse of winter, and that was in the claiming grounds, with his beloved mare, Eclipse. She had been weak, and vulnerable when she lay. A blizzard of all things had set in, overcoming the equines, with bitter winds and frigid flakes, overpowering all the beings. And so, Eclipse had come to join him, along with Moulin. Titanic, oh his lovely Titanic. She had been with him for what seemed forever, who knows how long, he lost track of time. Phantasie was also growing quickly, how old she was, he wasn't sure, but that dreaded time would come soon, when she would be bound to set off on her own, to live life at it's fullest, without being under her dam and sire's wings, so to say. The four equines were close, friendship and, concerning him, romance wise. He had grown attached to each and every one, though the bond had already been there with Titanic, but he had been favoring Moulin and Eclipse a lot lately also. They were all important to him, though they had remained somewhat distant and idle through out the winter, there was not too much interaction. Still, there were those special moments, the ones he cherished and loved. The alone time with his three femmes, each so different and unique, the characteristics drawing him closer to them in different ways. There was a position of beta female open in Cotandra, but he had yet to make a decision, and even wondered if he ever would. Ranks really meant nothing to him now. of course, there was the little extra attention to wards Titanic, but it really was barely noticeable. Though there had been little interaction in the season, progress had certainly been made, in more than one area. Obviously, in health, for the banshees had filled out well, and shone brightly, the perfect picture of excellent health. Secondly, in trust. Bonds had been formed, and trust had been earned and gained by those involved in relationships, and it was a step well taken. They were becoming a family, they really were. And things were bound only to become better. After all, it was turning to Spring, no? And what bad things ever happen in Spring? Nothing. It's just that season that brings hope, joy, and love. Winter's dismal days were about to be replaced.
Although a temperature change had barely been noticeable when autumn has transferred to winter, for it had been a brisk fall, there was an obvious increase in heat from winter to spring. As the temperatures rose, so did spirits, and Kyr was not an exception to this rule. The great orb radiated heat and illumination with each ray, his obsidian pelt gleaming, but not warm enough for a sheen coat of lather, so he looked truly brilliant. He was bright and flashy. Simply, he was stunning, and "stood out in the crowd." The winter laze had done him well, and he was at the peak in his life. Young, but wise and strong, he provided all that was possible and more, including love and compassion. A natural leader, he had taken the winter in stride, though it was really impossible to make a mistake in Cotandra, what with it so warm and whatnot. But now, it was Spring and he was anything but bitter like the winter season. The pewter stroked czar was hidden well within the canopy that remained in the boundaries of Cotandra, having just snatched at the lush foliage, and sipped from the freshwater creek that ran straight into the ocean itself. He had witnessed the season change by himself among the giants, there looming branches a relief with shade when the heat would pour in, but now, instincts alone told him what had just happened. It was spring, and he was jubilant. Exuberant. Joyful. Gleeful. Excited. Happy. The list went on and on, flooding into a mixture of emotions that made him who he was. Now, what he wanted to do was be with his doves, the three precious beings that reside with him in these lands. From a halt, he burst forth into a brisk trot, appendages snapping up in a clean, neat fashion. He moved steady, yet quickly, brutally pushing himself through dense foliage and some thickets and brush. They were harmless and without needles, so he was left unscathed and unharmed. He assumed the three mares would be placidly awaiting him at the ocean shore, where he had left them to fulfill his needs of thirst and hunger. Flints left a hollow sounding rhythm on the topography, thudding quietly through the wooded bed, in a hurry and rush to find these essas of his. It was funny, how spring affected him. it took such a toll, and clenched him in it's grasp, to the point of where he was no longer able to think. Think sensibly, that was. He could think in a different way, one that wasn't of much benefit to his well being, though. Ah. Finally, he erupted from the giants clutches, and on to the shore. the sandy white beaches were beautiful, plain gorgeous. The crashing waves upon the shore were a soothing, lulling sound, and it calmed him endlessly, the tension released from stressed muscles. Harks laced forward, amber tinted occuli keen, he spotted the trio, plus one, without a problem. he had not been counting Phantasie as part of the herd really, she had become an afterthought in his mind, and he felt guilty for doing so. But really, he was not at fault. There, upon the shore stood a painted femme, a porcelain, and a tawny hued. All were more than pretty, and he held such pride that they were his, and his alone. Never would he share. Alongside the two-tone dam stood a filly, one that mirrored his image and proportions with only a slightly lighter color, a rich, deep mahogany, almost onyx. A shrill, bugling whinny was trumpeted from his mug, ringing out to the auds of the four, and a spark of adrenaline rushed through him. In this final stretch, bulk lengthened stride into a gallop, flinging himself at the ones most beloved at a sprint. With just a few inches to spare, he slid to a halt in front of them, a mere chuckle fleeing from his plush. There he stood, wordless and silent, for he was consumed by something more. Salmons had filtered the four familiar aromas, but there was something added to all of the scents, except for little Phantasie's. Nasal passages filtered the most lustful, enticing of smells, they were in season. He had expected it, it came with spring. But this thought came over him with a lustful, flirtatious attitude, as it always did. He sidestepped in a leaping motion away from them, before antics were slowly taken up. As he had slipped away from them, it was only time for him to show off, for that's just the way the desire overtook him, and how it treated him. He stepped out, limbs moving in quick, flashy movements, so graceful and with ease,and the precision of a dressage horse. Boa was arched into a perfect curvature, plume flagged as it splayed over his rump. He pranced gallantly, parading in front of them, honers pricked to wards the side, where they were watching. Finally, he turned back to wards them, but this time circling them in a herding like motion. What could he say, he had no control. He grew tighter and closer with each rotation until he bumped into them, and then, he fled to wards Titanic, who was standing patiently. She knew of his ways, no? He stayed to wards her backside, never venturing to her front, kissers fumbling with her plume as he pushed it away, poking and prodding, allowing the sweet aroma to intoxicate his nares. Surely, if he wanted, he would prove her with another foal, Phantasie, would have to leave before that time. he winced at the thought, it was painful, his firstborn would have to leave sometime. The sweet filly, he dreaded the day. With an affectionate, flirty nip to wards her rump, he sidled from Titanic. Next, he arrived at Eclipse, to whom he committed the same procedures, but moved a bit closer, so his chest was against her backside and rump. There, he feverishly tossed his cranium, allowing his mug to skim her hide several times. Lastly, he turned to wards Moulin. He prodded at her plume, as he had done with the other two, then allowed his enamels to skim her hide, merely grazing it, not clenching flesh whatsoever. Then he pivoted, allowing his rump to mesh with her own, before appearing at the fronts of them once more. He would escort all three of them to breeding if they liked. He would be more than happy to. He would know he wanted such a thing by who reacted, whoever responded. He waited, dome tilted to the side, cocked, awaiting for one of them to move. These games were fun, and he would be sure to play along.
[ooc-finished. kyr's a flirt
refer to herd thread, please, if you have not already ; anyone can post next, and then I'll probably post in reply, just to keep things moving. so go, go, go! ] 
