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Post by Moulin on Nov 5, 2006 21:09:01 GMT -5
She had collapsed, the moment the ebon stag had turned and whipped away. Relief flooded over her formed, harsh bleathing allowed to sound in full force. She had not found the dream she once drempt, it was obvious an attracted had slightly..missed the two. Greater than physical that was, for there was nothing unbecoming about the czar, Kyr. So there was a queen, great. She was in no mood to challenge authority at this time, well not yet that is. Dial shook feverishly, knobby knees slowly unfolding from beneath the ivory Fae. She rose, pride flushing her misery away. He had pity for her, nevertheless she decided to follow, for there had been no other offers, sadly. Maybe, just maybe, things would change. A slow grab of the irons dragged her forward, through the endless maze of foliage, barrel scarping the ice encrusted bark. Little dribbles of rouge running in ribbons down her flesh. The tiny scab provided by Kyr began to sting once more, ebon threads resting upon her of ivory, a warm feeling washing over her. Maybe she had grown fond of this Kyr, the self proclaimed hot head gone soft in a matter of moments. Puffs of white drifted from the nares, slower and slower. The dizziness came flooding back, like the stormy waves hitting the century old dam. B r e a k i n g a w a y. She paused, leaning against the nearest trunk. Barrel rising and falling. "Hurry up girl, the hardest conditions are yet to come" She mused silently. A little pep talk, pathetic ey? What had she become? Growing soft with...age? No. She would never. Moulin. The very name screamed tempt. She was devious, right? Labrium's curled tight, chapped lips tearing slightly. The hunger, the cold. It was all too much. A near by cavern stood in the distance. It looked oh so welcoming, a place to stay the night. Lady lunar hung above lighting her path. And there t was, greenery. It had been missed by the deadly kiss of winter. The slow churn of leggings carried her near, dial dropping slowly to the geo. Nape grazed the chalky dirt for a few inches, for she had fell short of the desired emerald. Ivories grabbed tenderly at first, and then with a more vicious tug. The patch dwindled in size in a matter of minuets, the savory taste providing energy for the bleachen minx. Boa began to contract, the dial rising from the loam. Focus now was on the state of rest. The cavern. Leggings pulled from the idle position, grabbing at the slightly thawed geo. Muted footsteps slowly fading to a loud echo as they collided with the hard surface of the rocky cavern floor. A tiny pool of water rested at the far end of this cavern, the perfect place to stay the night. Lips found the chilled water, each sip hitting the throat as a much needed rescue. Knees began to buckle and curl, winds blocked by the hard walls of the slate grey cavern, she slowly crept away to her dream world. Curtains drawn upon the toasted pools, rest for this minx.
Orange rays awoke the sleeping dame, her strength not all yet regained. She rose slowly, empire given a light shake, followed by the rest of the bod, and ending with a flick of the tail. Slow steps where taken, the rise and fall of the leggings beginning once more. A step into the light was taken, what she wished to be warm, was clearly not. A short gasp, what had been someone green was now fiercely white. Her own bodice blending with perfection. The puffs of white began once more, the breathing of Moulin well ..for the time being. Dial swung from the left and to the right. Which way? Nares flared, sifting through the scents manifesting in the traveling breezes. A step was taken to the left. No, that was wrong. She turned right, each step ending with a crunch as the silver flint became submerged in the tightly packed white powder. Not a single tone was heard, no annoying chirp, no light hum. She missed it. Sanity slipping it seemed. A smile began to form u upon the maw, scents of Thalbe nearing this direction. "My boy, I wish you well. Perhaps we shall meet again.' The wordings flew, a curt nod forming as she stood idle. A deep breath was taken before she began moving once more. The crunches grew softer, muffled by thick grasses. A vast valley painted before her, the cold slowly fading. No it was not gone, the the bite turned to a nip. A notch lesser. The clap of waves coiled around the auds of Moulin, dial swaying to the right. A little trot was picked up, she needed to arrive. Her strength faltering once more, a slip taking. A hard step saving her from a fall, but a slip nonetheless. The scent of salt filled her nares. It was home, for now. She hadn't exactly received a wanted invitation, more like a pity place to rest. The grassy hill ended, a slope ending in dunes of sand. Azure waves crashed upon a rocky shore line to the west, then a sandy coastline to the east. She began to make her way down to the sand, warmth finding her chilled bones. The dizziness seeped into her mind once more as she made her way to the salty water, allowing herself to lower into the waves. She was not deep enough for the dial to submerge, but for the warm waves to climb up to her shoulder as she rested. The rouge drifting from the ivory pelting. Curtains drew once more over the almond shaded pools. For once she was at p e a c e.
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Post by Titanic on Nov 5, 2006 21:26:39 GMT -5
One sound..
One single sound ; [/b]
Titanic was left to roam the barren lands of Cotandra. The ocean shore was so beautiful, and lush. And Titanic decided to take up the opportunity, and relax. For she could tell that drama would soon be coming. Kyr was claiming mares.. and she knew that atleast one would be stubborn, and rebellious. But she would never cease her hold. She would be stern, and viscious if she had to. She loved Kyr, very much. She would never ever give him up. What they had was too deep, and too strong. And with a foal of theirs, she was in no state to be messed with. Titanic would hold the leash tight. She would show her bad side for once in a long while.. And she had no problem doing so. And there was also a sweet side she had to give.. that is if she recieved it in return. She was not bad tempered by nature. She was auctually quite calm. But oh she could be a hurricane if she wanted to. A handful, yes. But she had yet to decide if she would be hasty or not. It depended on the other mare's first move. She shoved the thoughts aside.. Her attention focusing upon her young, Phantasie. She looked so much like her father. And she was a joy to have. The little filly pranced and froliked through the small waves that washed ashore. She was having fun, and Titanic was too. She was just relaxing. A sweet, gentle, motherly smile was all she had to offer. She just walked along the shore. Content as ever.. But what she found ahead deeply worried her.
Ahead lay a bleachen bod. A mare, of course. She was passed out on the sandy area. And the pieces soon found their way together. It was most likely that Kyr had claimed her. She figured this quickly. Titanic frantically dove fowards. Her limbs lifting and pumping. Talons gripped the unasy surface of the geo. She strode to the bodice as fast as she could, an abrubt hault just a few paces before her. Titanic uneasily examined her, and found she was still alive and breathing. But it seemed she had collapses. And was in a deep sleep. She wouldn't wake her, no. But she was full of questions.. and tension. It had all happened so quick now. A new addition to their once peaceful family. And she would be oh so happy to add more, as long as there wouldnt be anny trouble. She would do anything she could to help the poor mare. The one who seemed so helpless, so tired and weak. Titanic listened as small hooves pounded behind her.. Phantasie.. She knew it was her when the young flicka whinnied. But she did no more. The small daughter just stood aside. Glancing at the collapsed doe every so often. And finally she spoke up.. M-mamma.. who is she? Is she dead? A small laugh escaped from the very base of Titanic's chasm. It was a bit funny how Phant had said it. And she replied. No sweetheart, She's just sleeping. She'll be awake soon. And hopefully, she was correct. But for now, she would let her rest. She called Phant with her motions, and the duo moved away about ten or fifteen feet away. They stood upon a few clumps of fresh grass. Grass that was different, and more luscious than she had ever tasted before. Titanic munched away, but Phant just stood there. And she looked so confused.. so puzzled... As much as she tried to hide it, she felt it too. And the minutes rolled on. Time sped by, and a litte ways after, Titanic noticed some stirring about the alabaster fem. Hopefully, she would awaken soon. Reguardless of anything, she moved fowards. Stopping a few feet before the sleeping beauty. Her cranium lowered and velvets inhaled the scents that she carried. Kyr.. A faint trace of him, yes. She was right. Her prince had claimed this little one. She didnt know wether she could hear her or not, but she spoke to her anyway. Sweet gentle tones were sent off.. Can you hear me? I am Titanic. Hopefully you've heard about me.. if not, I'll tell you once you're up. You look weak....I'm here to help. Please don't be alarmed. And that was that. She stood before the fallen mare and just watched, and waited. Hopefully.. she would awake soon. And hopefully, she had heard her.
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Post by Moulin on Nov 6, 2006 18:50:27 GMT -5
It was a much needed rest, nares flaring harshly as the barrels rise and fall was not all that constant. Slowly the bleachen minx drifted from her dream world, slamming hard back into the reality she slowly began to dred. The soft sway of the sea eased her, encouraging her to awaken. Another sound, the pitter patter of tiny hooves against the beige grains of sand, the vox of fae. But wait, what was this? Confusion, this vox was recodnized. Why is she here? Thoughts churned, curtians begining to draw, revealing the soft almond occuli. And then it all returned. The pain of the barrel, twin bruises painted on. Like a child playing with the lead pencils, dabbed with grey. As the waking process took place the bubbled scab of the rump was shown, the salty waters infesting the wound. It stung a great deal, occuli closing tightly for a moment. " Can you hear me? I am Titanic. Hopefully you've heard about me.. if not, I'll tell you once you're up. You look weak....I'm here to help. Please don't be alarmed." Dial shook slowly, it was Titanic. Not a sound was excerted, she knew the fae recodnized the bleachen minx. Leggings slowly unfolded from beneath the belly, Moulin rising. "You? Here? I thought you had run off with Thalbe? After Pistol returned...and ran him off. Had you not followed?" Questions. It was of a worried mother. He had to be alright, she knew it. Dial withdrew, occuli refusing to peal away from the formation of Titanic. "I am quite alright, just, a little roughed up." A curt grin slowly spread, her firey attitude slowly climbing its way back to existance. Its been so long. She remembered the brute, Kyr. Yes, so its true. Her decisoin was made, there had been no spark really, no reason to challenge the placement of the fae set ahead. She was, content.
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Post by Titanic on Nov 6, 2006 18:55:49 GMT -5
" every moment spent with you
is a moment ill treasure..
... forever [/center] Titanic was relieved as the mare began to stire even more, and speak! She seemed so tired.. so drawn. And when she spoke to Titanic so innocently, so weakly, she knew that this mare was different. She was sweet and kind, and clearly had known of Titanic from Entity. Was this the Moulin she had heard of before? The mother of Thalbe? Ah yes, she remembered Thalbe.. but faintly. She remembered how they began to grow together, but Thalbe had suddenly dissappeared, and that's when she met Kyr. But it was amazing how they were all drawn together again. They all were becoming one. And she was happy for that. Moulin.. oh she had heard so much about her. It was quite good to meet her, and now share a home with her. She watched as the bleached fem raised her self unsteadly upon her for limbs. She was all scratched and banged up. And she felt sorry for her, What had possibly happened? Moulin.. Dear Moulin. It's so good to meet you. Yes, I've come from Entity. But whilst I was there, Thalbe dissappeared, I guess he may have come here. He's here now, correct? Well, after he left.. I met Kyr. And Entity went down, and we left before it took us with it. She stepped fowards, Her nape raised over the mare's back. And she noticed the blood stained areas. Her pearly whites began to rake through the thin stringy bristles that were laid out upon Moulin's coat. She massaged her and groomed her. Hopefully, it would be a help. Moulin, moulin, moulin. You're all banged up. What ever happened? But you can be sure that all of that is behind you. We wont let anything like this happen again.. I'm here for you. And she meant it. Again she brushed through the fem's bristles. Cleaning her to the best of her ability. She backed up slghtly. Whipcord danced eagerly from right to left. Slapping at her hocks. A little whicker was sent off, and soon a small dark figure came dancing over the sand dune, and between the two adults. Titanic spoke again to Moulin, and she gave a signal towards Phant. This is Phantasie, She's our little pride and Joy. Doesn't she resemble Kyr? A warm soothig smile was clearly expressed over her features. And she just stood there, waiting to hear what Moulin needed to say. She was friendly.. Hopefully, they would grow a bond. A friendship. An unbreakable one.
LMFAO!!! can you not tell I have no muse?
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Post by Moulin on Nov 6, 2006 19:47:21 GMT -5
Her dark days seemed to be over, perhaps a psutter here adn there. But for the most part, she was reformed. Anger extinguished, her desire to protect never fading however. A glance off into the distance, a little flicka sighted. Bright rays reflecting off of the fuzzy coat. The illusion of a sunlicked glow. Ameria....no it couldn't be. A soft sigh sounded, dial dropping, her composure collected once more. Moulin had sighted the wandering occuli of Titanic across the patchwork of the ivory bodice. Wordings spilt, but all was well. For the better, no? "All is well I am sure, yes he is indeed here. Odd..really. I never could imagine him all grown up, it's a shame his sibling never got the chance..." She choked up, the mango shaded Ameria. Accompanied by an ivory set of locks. She was a sight, a devious little minx. But mother nature did not agree with her creation, and decided to save her for another time. Thalbe and Ameria where indeed twins, the talk of Entity as their birth took place. An amazing sight, two strong foals. But this was not the case. Ameria was indeed ill. Ill from birth. A breathing deficiency. Her time had r u n o u t. A nervous watch was kept over Titanic, it wasonly instinct you know. As she neared the rough spots of her feminie curvature the bod began to tense, dial swinging to the side as she watched. The once hardend locks became smooth and soft once more, the salty waters removed from the ivories of Titanic. Thankful was this treatment continued."Thank you, lady Titanic." So this was how it was, the life of one under a ruling position. Why was this so hated? She found it most, enjoyable. No responsibility, she was just so tired of worrying about every aspect of life for the other resides. This was her chance to relax. You know, she is indeed not as young as she once was. Slowing things down now.
Wordings of Titanic brought a little pinch of humor to the vox of Moulin, this would never fade."What ever happened? But you can be sure that all of that is behind you. We wont let anything like this happen again.. I'm here for you.." Oh no, it indeed will never happen again. Her strength was slightly regained. Jingle bells rattled, her hymn lifting."Oh this one is not too far behind, still in claiming I do believe. and no, this indeed will never happen again." Her clues had been given, dial swinging forward as its placement aloft was severed. Titanic before her again, a curt nod was given in thanks. The pitter patter of little hooves was heard once more, lappets flicking forward once more. Instantly. This little whicker from hte fae was heard, so this was the creation of Kyr? "She is, a replica if I must say. Phantasy, lovley name. I had a little one much like this, the kin to Thalbe. Her naming Ameria, perhaps you had heard of her unfortunate falling. She was the color of a ripe peach, locks of cream. Little stockings of a darker mango upon the fores. I do miss her at times. But all is well, it just was not her time to shine. The nape slowly lowered, nearing the darkend flicka. Not too close however, many feet away. It was not her place to get too close, for it had not been requested. "Adorable indeed." If she ever had missed little Ameria, the time was now.
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Post by kyr on Nov 9, 2006 9:32:41 GMT -5
It Ends Tonight
Each step was a stretch, and each took the effort of as if you were ascending up a steep slope. Several times a groan was let loose, or a grunt, all in physical exertion and the effort he was giving off. If he was tired, Eclipse but be near exhausted, for this would be harder on him than himself. After hours of endless travel, a lone scent wafted into his salmons, and caused a spark of adrenaline within him. The exotic aroma was certainly not Cotandra, but it the first of the many terrains, and he exclaimed with glee. We're almost there Eclipse, we're really almost there! A sigh of relief rushed from his cage, and they continued on, but with refueled hope. Well, at least for him, but he was sure Eclipse would be happy at the thought. The elements were merciless as they traveled on in peril. Biting, frigid winds whipped and pummeled at their bulks, flakes offering a bitter chill as they lashed out. Shivers continually crept up his spine, for his blanket was not as coarse and thick as needed and should be, for Cotandra was warm right now. Warm, while they were freezing. Just the thought allowed them to trudge on, but at least movement kept them somewhat warm. If they had still been standing in claiming, they surely would have frozen, and he shuddered at the thought of the other femmes. Hopefully, they had taken refuge in some sort of shelter, for he could not go back out in such weather. Plus, he really wanted to be with his family. He glanced to wards the tawny stroked Eclipse, who, like himself, was quickly becoming specked and coated with ivory. He much looked like an Appaloosa, and he let loose a short chuckle at the thought. He began to speak, tones so gentle and carefree, very soothing to those who heard. Cotandra is wonderful, you'll love it there. An ocean shore, and it is warm year round, perfect for the winter. Even in summer, when it gets hot, there's a cool breeze. I told you about Titanic, Phantasie, and Moulin earlier, no? Well, Titanic is a paint color, and Moulin is that of a pearl, even that of the snow. Phantasie is actually very similar to me, though just a bit lighter in a shade of mahogany. He found the talk was helping to move the journey along, so he continued on, still allowing all of Eclipse's weight to rest on him as they ambled. Titanic is very kind, I think you'll like her right away, perhaps even become good friends. Phantasie, our filly, is quite the devilish one, though she tends to quickly grow upon everyone. Moulin, to tell you the truth, I don't know her very well yet, so I'm not quite sure how to describe her.. He trailed off, momentarily lost in thought, he knew he needed to do something in Cotandra to help this issue. He decided upon having a small talk with her, actually with all three of the banshees, the tawny, painted, and porcelain hued. With that final thought, an aroma wafted into his nasal passages, and at first he ignored it, til he realized its familiarity. Eclipse! We're here! Cotandra is just up ahead! He was overjoyed, and after just a short distance, they entered his land of the ocean shore.
Instantly, a flood of warmth enveloped them, and the biting, harsh gusts stopped, along with the snowfall. The flakes instantly melted from his pelt, leaving it a bit damp, though he felt no chills in the humid land. They paused for a moment, for for hours now, they had moved on without stopping, knowing they couldn't or they'd be engulfed by the elements that struck at them. But now, now they were safe in the beach land. He took the moment to gaze in at it in awe, and when his gaze struck the sandy, white shore, he spotted three figures, two femmes and a filly. With enthusiasm, he pointed them out to Eclipse, and said. There, up on the shore are Titanic, Moulin, and Phantasie. Let us go see them. With that they walked off again, but they could soon rest at the shore, where it was safe from any sort of predators, and where the herd mates were. Each step was taken delicately with Eclipse leaning on him for support, and slowly, but surely, they picked their way to where the other inhabitants roamed. There, they stopped for good, well, at least somewhat. He whispered quietly in Eclipse's lone hark, barely audible. The shore is safe. If you feel you'd like or must, you can lie down on the beach, it will provide comfort, and is safe. But now, I have to move off a little. He tugged affectionately at a stray lock of her banner, even though he knew he was quickly going to return to her. As he shuffled forward and sidewards in one movement, he was unsure of whether she would remain standing or lie like he had told her was safe. First, he greeted the two banshees and babe warmly, with a simple statement or two. Titanic, Moulin, little Phantasie, this is Eclipse. I won't be leaving to claiming for awhile now, the weather is just too harsh to make the trip safely. With the simple introduction and explanation, he felt calm and willing. Then, he strode forward, focused on Titanic and Phantasie, who he was going to talk to first, he supposed.
For a moment or two he just stood there, beside her, cherishing and relishing the moment, and the fact of how dearly he loved the two-tone queen. Then, dentals nibbled in adoration at her withers, than up her boa, til they gently nibbled at her harks and poll. Such was done with a tenderness that it could only please, not tickle or hurt. They were standing close, close enough for the two pelts to collide as they brushed alongside each other, and obsidian meshed with ivory and auburn. Then, he whispered to the dove, quietly and sincere. Oh, Titanic, how I have missed you. Each word dripped with honesty and truth, and not a hint of sarcasm. He murmured quietly, words so precious, only she could hear. Moulin, I still have things to patch up with her, but Eclipse seems nice. Both are very weak and frail from the conditions in claiming, I know, it was awful outside of our home. Our home. He loved the ring to it, almost as much as he loved it's inhabitants. Both will thrive and flourish here though, and in only a matter of weeks, perhaps even days, they will be strong and healthy, as we are. They really are fine mares, I'm sure everything will be just perfect here in Cotandra. With that, he ended his small ramblings, then just taking the time to caress her with his light touch. He knew things would work out in time, it was just a nagging feeling of his. He then turned to little Phantasie, who stared up impatiently, and mug worked to ruffle upon her forelock in a way, and he was ceased to be amazed by how much she had already grown. She grew by the day, as she too was thriving in the conditions. Smiling, he offered a slight nudge to the shoulder of Titanic, indicating he was moving off for just a few minutes.
He the headed to Eclipse, who, seemed to be doing quite well in Cotandra. He smiled warmly and whole heartedly as he approached her, offering a slight nuzzle to her boa, and then stood beside her, too, for a few minutes, taking in the past events of the day and night. Then, he turned to wards her, pondering how to format the words that were swimming in his clever mind. Finally, once he thought of a way, he began to speak. Eclipse, I need you to know something. In claiming, when you were well, weak, I did not take you in out of pity, or because you needed help. I really did want you to join me and my harem, even before you asked for me to come to your aid. He wanted her to know these things, they were important. He wasn't very good at expressing his thoughts, so he added again. I really did want you, and now I'm extremely pleased that you're here in Cotandra with me. Hoping that would somewhat get his feelings across, he was quite sure how to describe them in any other way. he was a ways off from Titanic, Moulin, and Phantasie, so he knew they would not have heard his little chat, even though it really wouldn't have mattered if they did. He didn't really feel awkward, as he assumed he might have, for the words were so heartfelt, there was nothing to be ashamed of, or that was the way he saw it. Dentals grazed her hide, picking away at some caked dirt and mud in a shallow grooming, more out of the manner of a massage and to be soothing, letting the stress of the wear and tear fade out of her. He wanted her to relax and feel comfortable in Cotandra, and feel comfortable with him. After a few more minutes, he expressed his departure in a slight nod, then wandered off to the final dove, Moulin.
At first, he was nervous of this final little conversation. He had messed up horrendously in claiming, he wondered why she had even bothered to come. Well,actually, because he had offered her a place to stay, and she could get out of the cold. The porcelain dove was in sight, and she had already seemed a tad stronger from her short stay, and as he neared her, the nerves began to wash away. Strange, normally, they would grow, but now, he feel at ease. For whatever the reason, he appreciated it. As he approached her, as she was standing on the shore, he paused before her, before murmuring very quietly. Come with me, Moulin. He ambled off a few strides, so now he was standing in the midst of the ocean spray, and until his flints were submerged in the tide. As he expected her to join him, he began again to think of the best way to say what was on his mind. The sun was beginning to set in Lemorsea, and they had the best view in all the lands. The colors began to blend and mesh together, arrays of pinks, oranges, reds, yellows, and purples, and it was truly a gorgeous sight that left one in awe. Motioning to it, he spoke quietly. Beautiful, isn't it? He wished the others were here to see it, but there would be many more opportunities, for there were many more nights, but right now, he just needed Moulin there, for he needed to speak to her. Night was quickly settling upon them, and he was weary, but he knew he had to do this now. As the sun finally had set, and darkness began to enveloped them, he sidled closer to her, close enough to hear her shallow breathing. He sighed once, more in contentment than anything, before he turned to wards her to speak. Moulin, I really am sorry for the claiming grounds. Something just came over me, and I really do regret it. Memories of it came rushing back to them, and he tossed his cranium violently. Ridding the thoughts from his mind, he just focused on the mare before him. I really do want you here, Moulin, believe it or not. Of course, you can always leave if you want to at any point, but just know that I never want you to. I'd love it for you to stay here with me, with the herd, and we could start over. That was the ending of his little jaunt, and slowly, eve so slowly, did his boa extend as mug traced her outline, before landing on the scab, and when touching it, he cringed and retracted back. he had caused such a thing. As if in apology, he offered the most gentle of nudges to her hide, then motioned to her to come back with him to rejoin the others.
Upon returning, the weariness tugged at him relentlessly, and with a final word, he spoke. The shore is safe. We will sleep here for the night. With that, lids began to droop, and with a final watch, they snapped shut and he fell into a deep, peaceful slumber, allowing the tiredness and ache to be relieved from his mass. he was ever alert though, in case something should happen. The slightest sound would wake him. But none did.
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[ooc-ok. so, kyr talked to all of you, so it should give you all atleast something to reply to, right? at the end, they all went to sleep, so the next person to post can have them all waking up, ok? so, whoever wants to can post next. there's not exactly an order  ]
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Eclipse
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Femme Of Cotandra
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Post by Eclipse on Nov 10, 2006 11:51:12 GMT -5
Staggering along down the path, the petite fem struggled along. The temperatures were rising slightly as they past an exotic terrain. The aroma of humid air lingered with the nymph. Oh, how she longed to warm once again. She wanted to rush over to her new home, run across the coastline, charge threw the rolling waves. But, she was far to week to even think about walking on her own. Finally, they reached their home. Eclipse marveled at the beauty before her, never in her life had she seen such wondrous views. And , best of all, it was her home. Her pelt began to warm and her strength was returning. The numbness fading slowly but fading away all the same. The Jezebel was in awe of this land, Cotandra. She would never stray from this place if the world depended on it. As they made their way onto the shore, Eclipse slowly carried more of her weight until she barely relied on Kyr. Eclipse hated to rely on others for everything, it made her feel so helpless, such a burrdon. Now, she steadily and carefully lifted and planted her flints in the deep porcelain sands. Relying on herself and no one else. As they found a resting spot, kyr nodded to her with little words, and ambled off toward the other femmes. Gazing out toward the open sea, the tawny shaded minx was in her own world. It was so magnificent, so glorious. This was a dream home to her, and she would never leave this place by her own free will.
The sun was Starting to linger, but not fade away. Eclipse found some vegetation to fill her hollow barrel. The dirtied pelt of the fem was dingy and lacking its sheen from the dried sweat and lather from the day before. Now, she depended on herself but on Kyr to give her protection when it was needed. Right now, however, she was doing well on her own. Grazing in the stalks, she enjoyed the warm climates. No winters would be fantastic for this wench. It was her least favorite season, but now it wouldn't even exist, unless she left their Cotandra anyways. Optics bore into the crashing and clashing waves. It was so beautiful here. so peaceful. The slender banshee shifted her gaze toward the other mares and the filly. The painted one seemed noble. she had a leadership and powerful look to her. Obviously she knew who was the boss around here. Kyr was standing at the meshed fem's side, nuzzling and grooming her. How long had he been away for before he returned with her? Hopefully he wouldn't leave for such long lengths again once the conditions changed to the blossoming spring. The tiny flicka danced around her dam and sire as they had a quick chat. The brute lowering his mug to brush across his young. It appeared to the sun flamed hussy that he was a good father, a good stag to be with. Hopefully it was true. Many others had appeared so as well, and didn't' have much to say for themselves. Now, the patron strolled toward the alabaster hued fem. They walked down the coast out of hearing range of the others. Kyr looked a bit... stiff, but he loosened up after a while. As they chatted, and as Eclipse looked for some fresh water, the sun finally set. Eclipse was now in the dark woods in the dark. Sending out a scream, she wondered where she was. Fighting her way, she found the shore again. Luckily she hadn't gone too far in. The moon was perched high and full above the shore, casting its ghostly light upon the shore, its figure cast clearly in the ocean. It was a quite night, a still night. The mare's fatigued bodice exhausted. Laying herself besides Kyr, she went into a deep sleep. The light waves rolling in soothing her audits. What a beautiful night.
As the sun shined in the morning sky, the heavens were hued in an array of pinks, oranges and blues. It was so beautiful out, the birds sung loudly in the tropical palms. Eclipse's lids flicked as she rose. She felt so strong, like herself again. Tossing her locks from her nape. the buckskin maiden picked up a floating trot across the beach. She needed to find some fresh water. Her dry mug craved some aqua, so she had to find some. Wandering about, she finally found a spring surrounded by foliage. Drinking greedily, she took her fill and quenched her thirst. Supposing she should meet the others, she took on a lope, a floating one at that. Arching her serpentine the flicka looked at them carefully. She knew which one was which, the meshed one was Titanic, the youth Titanic's own- Phantasie, and the porcelain one was Moulin. Gazing at them cautiously, she slowed. Lowering her visage, she spoke to them both, who were standing together. "Great day isn't it? I'm Eclipse, the newest member of the harem." looking toward Titanic and Phantasie she spoke again. "And you are the lead mare, Titanic? And this must be your filly, Phantasie. Kyr has told me much about you. He cares deeply for all of you." her gaze now shifted toward Moulin. "And you must be Moulin right? Kyr spoke of you as well." Now she looked upon them all to speak to them generally. " Your home is so beautiful, so warm. I remember being so frozen in claiming, I could barely move. Kyr found me and came to my aid. He is very nice, I'm glad to have come across him, and just in time.Nodding her head, she moved away toward Kyr. she hadn't thanked him yet. And to her, it was rude.
Going toward Kyr, Eclipse's nerves danced in side of her. Putting together what she would say, she inhaled deeply and moved forward. coming from behind him,she ran her bodice against him lightly. Coming even with him, she shared his gaze toward the open sea. "I never got the chance to, thank you for what you did yesterday. Kyr, if you hadn't come, I'd be dead right not. You saved my life. I don't know how I can ever repay you, I will do anything you ask. I promise." even though he said he had wanted her from before he found her weak and needed for aid, she wondered if it had been the full truth. Nuzzling him warmly, she watched the open sea. Resting her head lightly on his nape, she sighed deeply. Even if she had only known the stud for a day, it seemed as if it had been a lifetime. OK, so she was a love-struck filly. But hey, who cares? The inter-twining locks of their banners danced in the wind like open flames. Gazing at the sunrise she felt so safe, so at home with this brute. Even if she had three others that shared this feeling, she didn't care. If he was a good stag, he would divide his care and attention to them all equally. As long as he did that, she would never want anything more. She just wanted a home, and someone that cared about her, and that was all that mattered. Her gaze shifted from the open ocean to Kyr, His obsidian etched gaze wandering across the beach, She wondered if he cared about her, even a little bit. She supposed he must a little, if he had helped her. He claimed it was not out of pity or because it was asked, but because he cared. Emitting a deep sigh, she moved away from him and stood beside him. gazing out toward the crashing waves. This was, so far, like a fairy tale. Hopefully this fairy tale would have a good ending like all the rest. she could only hope...
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