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Post by kyr on Oct 27, 2006 20:29:22 GMT -5
It was his. The ocean shore. Cotandra, it was called, he had found the name by being informed by one of the royals, Eris, he thought she was. And who were the others? Sequin and Lacoon? Yes, that's who they were. But, they were of no matter to him. All he knew was this was a new start. A new beginning. A place to start fresh. Though entity held all of his past, Lemorsea held all of his future. The present was always unknown, for it was forever changing. But now, he was going to Cotandra. He had to admit, he was a bit disappointed. The previous czar, the name unknown, had merely forfeited the terrain by choosing not to show up at the battling lands, as he ahd waited patiently. For some reason, he ahd wanted blodoshed. Well, not quite. But, he had wanted to fight. Most likely because he wanted to prove himself in thsi land. At Entity, he was always just Karneval's son, thoguh no one took him for granted, because they knew his sire and dam to be respected. But now, know equines here had a clue of who either Karneval or Zyanara were, so he almost felt as if he had to make a reputation. He wouldn't be one to be downa nd out. He'd be right there in it, battling all the way. But, the bronc had proven worthless, and would be of no help to him. There would be other opportunities, though he did not wish them to come, because he always wanted to have security in his home. His home. Cotandra was his enw home. Nothing like Gavalim. Cotandra was a beach, this was truly all he new, for he saw it and left, barely sparing a passing glance. He just knew it would be fine, so he decided upon it. Gavalim, on the other hand, he had known all of his life. Knew every bit and part of it. The forested, dangerous mountainside. Predators lurking around every corner, such as bears, the horrid beasts that had eventually killed his dam. Shuddering at the thought, how devastated he had felt that day. And how Karneval had remained so emotionless, he had wondered how he could do so. But, that was just the way his father was. He wondered, would he ever see the cream stroked figure again? Karneval would never leave Entity, so kyr doubted it. Maybe one day, he would visit. He ahd to admit, he ahd left without a trace. Oh, and Fathol. Memories were triggered of his sibling, his twin, his sister. They had been close, quite close, but she had vanished, also. SO, they were both off somewhere else. Starting over. Starting something new. But he had to. He knew it. No matter how wonderful Entity had been to him, it was changing, and changing for the worse. He needed to be safe. No, not he. They needed to be safe. Titanic and Phantasie. They were why he was here. If they weren't a part of his life, he doubted he would have ever left Entity. It jsut wouldn't be safe for them there anymore, the equines were dropping rapidly, and it was becoming overgrown with predators and such. They had needed to get out, and they did. All was well. It was the right thing to do, and he knew Titanic had agreed. They ahd discussed it, it ahd not been just a spur of the moment decision. Oh, Titanic. The painted dove. And Phantasie. The mahogany filly. Both were intertwined in his life, forever and always. And out of the oddest circumstances, but no one ahd to nkow that part of the tale. Phantasie had been born just a few months ago, she was quite young, but already, quite clever. She was quickly getting the hang of the world around her, and getting the swing of things. He took so much pride in the little flicka, he could not help a boastful comment or two at times. And Titanic, he could never restrain his giddy statements about the banshee of a two-tone hue. She and Phantasie were what his world revolved around, day in and day out, and the few days they had been seperated had been torterous for him. Almost like seperation anxiety. He was like an addict. Addicted to them. He would never let go, and he would keep them close to the bets of his ability, this he knew as a fact. He was reliable, honest, and responsible. He had proved it many times, and had not once failed. He would snatch up opportunities, and this had been one of them. Titanic was obviously his queen, the only position that suited her. The title was a mere representation of his devotion, though he felt so much more than it expressed. It was odd, how he could feel so much for just one being. He didn't feel it could ever be matched or equaled, by any, and that too had been proven at a few points in his life, when there had been other femmes. He just didn't feel the same for them. Still, he felt no guilt about it. He felt that everyone understood, didn't they? He thought it was obvious that hessians would play favorites. The difference with him was, he admitted it. Admitted that he played favorites. Many, many brujos would lie, and stay they treated their amres equally, but really, they don't. He was just truthful, and wasn't afraid to say what he thought, or what was on his mind. He loved Titanic and Phantasie. It was plain and simple. He loved them. A brief, curt bob of his cranum, interpreted as a nod, was the signal of respect and lower dominance to the immortal royal, before he set off, weight thrown to his haunches, pivoting, and landing in stride, at a nonchalant jog. Appendages rose and fell with ease, pace steady, yet at a quick enough rate to allow him in Cotandra by nightfall. A grunt to flee his mug as he acsended up a slight slope, over a knoll, flints scrambling for traction as the ground was quite moist, the loam slippery. A crisp chill was present in the fall air, and few winds possessed a bitter feel, but not nearly as bad as the winter months. As he came to level ground, he was whisked away into the wooded bed, obsidian pelt apparent against the browns and emeralds of the giants, which loomed overhead, snaking out menacingly, yet no bother to him, for he dodged and avoided with skill and ease, and very deftly. He jumped to the side quite often, and a few times sidestepped, stilts moving in intricate fashions, all in avoidance of the overgrown canopy. A snort and sigh mixture heaving from his cage, he wanted this tiresome journey to end, he wanted to be in Cotandra. It seemed weird, thinking of Cotandra as home. But now, it was, and he would soon adjust to the fact. The journey seemed to liven up as he began to pass the numerous lands, and finally, a subtle scent of salt air wafted into his salmons, and a spark of adrenaline rushed through him. This was it. He was almost there. Cotandra. It was up ahead, just a short ways. He couldn't help but to pick up the pace into a canter, the rhythm in three beats, and coming in a fluid tempo. As the terra was in sight, vocals trumpeted a bugle-like noise, high pitched and deafening. Plume swatted idly at his hocks, and he entered the land with a regal air. This was his. All his. And he was proud. He began a quick search, a check over. The water was fresh, and the foliage and forage were abundant and lush. It was almost too good to be true. It was perfect. Not to mention the fact that it was absolutely stunning. Gorgeous. Beautiful. Now, he just had to wait for Titanic and Phantasie, and then they could go on a grand tour. And maybe he would do something he hadn't done in a very log time. GO to the claiming grounds. Yes, this was certainly a new beginning. But a good one. [ooc-ick. no spell check. edo reply of course  ] |
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Post by Titanic on Oct 28, 2006 7:39:55 GMT -5
I'll follow your voice.. So much had changed. So much had happened. Titanic. She alone with her young. Entity was a place of the past. Lemorsea of the future. And somewhere inbetween she was stuck. She was unsure of what to do. But it all unfolded before her. She was to come here.. to Lemorsea where she would find her darling Kyr and they would live the lives they had always meant to live. Their love holding them together. A bond so strong it was ubreakable. And they had just prooved that, yes. They were meant for each other. And they were to be together forever. And she was quite happy. At the young age, she had everything she could ever need. She had everything she could ever want. A home, someone there with her, a foal, and all else inbetween. Yes, there was a foal. Little Phantasie. She looked so much like her father. Though she had a bit more of brown in her. She was a deep mahogany. A dark bay almost black. And she was strong and healthy. Growing stronger as the days passed. Titanic was proud of her little family. And she knew it would soon grow. They had plans. Titanic would meet Kyr here, and they would contiue living the wonderful life. And there would be more mares to come. More company. More of everything. But hopefully there were no disputes. Kyr was a wonderful handsome thing. And she hated having to share him. Wich she knew she would soon have to. But hopefully, she would still get to have the best of him. After all, she did love him for all that he was. And if it were a life or death situation, she would give her all for him. There was something special there. Something unbreakable. Like an invisible barrier. One that would hold together their love for each other. And titanic knew he loved her.. She knew it well. He was always there for her. And he had always told her just how much he loved her. And oh she cherished this. She cherished every waking moment with him. He was absolutely amazing, and she wasn't about to lose a piece of him. She had been bounced around so much in the past. First leaving her mother to begin a life at Entity. Where she soon found herself in the very hands of a horse named Karneval. Yes, lord Karneval. She still could remember his palomino arranged coat. But for some odd reason, she found herself not suited with him.. and therefore she left. The claimin grounds was where she was homed yet again. And soon found herself to be claimed by one called Thalbe. She had begun to grow a life there, but soon had it tossed away. The king Thalbe had suddenly dissappeared. Stranding her and the rest of the mares.. Forcing them to find another place to live. And just when she thought all hope was gone, He showed up.. Yes, Kyr. He had come to her rescue. He was he savior. And soon they had fallen in love. Growing together. And learning everything from each other. They were always there for each other. And she loved it.. Little did she know, she had become pregnant. And that was when little Phantasie had come into the world. And then Entity changed. It had literally fallen apart, and their last reasoning was to come here to Lemorsea. The past, ereased. And the new life to be continued. Titanic, Kyr, and Phantasie. A perfect trio. The were a wonderful family. And they would be one forever more. A slow, simple pace was set for the pair. A gentle walk was all that they had in them after the long haul to these parts. But all hope and life still flowed in Titanic. And the same followed through Phantasie. Titanic. The multicolored mother eased along. Her flints lifting and placing themselfs into the sandy terrace. Her head was held proudly atop crested shoulders. Her senses were keen and alert. Audits listened for danger. She was keeping quite an eye on everything, She had not one, but two things to look after now. And if something were to threaten them.. she would have to stand and fight. For little Phant wouldn't be able to escape on her own. And she didn't mind it, not one bit. She loved the little filly. Her dark hue almost identical to Kyr's. She was beautiful, and smart. But of course, she was still a baby, and rebellious as ever. She had a gifted personality. A certain one unlike any others. The little flicka had the traits of a fighter. She was definately defiant, though she behaved most of the time. She was curious, and adventerous. Though she knew her limits. But she was still learning, nonetheless. And titanic would be there every step of the way. And then some. And there would also be Kyr. Her father. Titanic strolled along. Keeping close eye on the deep rich mahogany figure moving beside her. She could tell the little one was tired. And so she stopped momentarily. She listened... and looked. Nothing seemed out of line. Everything was normal as the average day should be. The grass of the land swayed intently at her fetlocks. Tickling her gently. She leaned down, and her fuzzy lips took a few nips at the long thin blades. It was indeed deliscious. Different, but good. She could use some relaxment. Her nape outreached and ran over the small torso of Phant. She groomed the young lightly. A smile so warm and motherly. So content and easing. And then she spoke.. Her kindness overwelming and it was sent out to the little filly. Oh she loved her yes. Phant, dear. Try and relax. We're going to take a small break before we continue searcing.. I know it's been rough, but it's all almost settled. And so she continued feasting upon the lush grasses. And soon after she spoke, she felt a presence at her side. Phantasie was sticking her head beneath her mothers, and filling up on the warm milk she had to offer. And it was good that she was getting her fill. She needed it. Her strength would need to be kept up, even though the journey for the most part, was over. After the duo had finished the lolling, it was time to get going. And Phantasie didn't much want to.. She spoke in a whiny tone. Do we have to? It's been so long and I'm so tired. Titanic just stood there. Thinking.. pondering about the words that were tossed around. And finally, a decision had been made. Yes. We must. You will soon be able to romp and play carelessly. But untill then, we must do what we have to do. Only a little while longer.... I promise. And so they did. With little fuss, they moved on. Their pace still slow and dull. They kept at a walk. Trotting or running at certain points, only for fun. Kyr had told her to come to Cotandra. The ocean shore terrain. And this was without a doubt, that place. The ocean crashing against the rocks made a sound loud enough to spread through all the lands. The sandy dunes and the rocky outskirts. This had to be the place. But what if it wasn't? Hopefully, she wasn'y mistaking. And soon after the thought was whisked away from her mind.. she saw him. A dark blackish figure came into view. And before she could think about it, she knew who it was. Kyr! Oh how good it was to see him. Immediately, Phant bolted. Her little legs scurrying her across the lands.. Yelling as she went. Daddy! Daddy! The look on her face was enough to bring someone to their knees. She was indeed happy to see him. And she neared him. Stopping just before him. Her muzzle brushed against him. And she stood at his sides. Oh how good it is to see you! We've missed you so much! Titanic stood and watched from a distance. A smile spread over her facet. She was so happy now. But she stood so calmly, so wisely. Just watching the father and daughter be reunited after a long haul. But now it was all over. They could all relax. They could all be in peace. she then moved fowards. Stopping at the very standing spot of her darking Kyr. She stood facing him. Glancing up at him with a simple smile. kYR.. Her first word. It seemed to hard to speak. But she soon found herself with a million things to say, though she spoke them in an orderly form soon enough. tHE TRAVEL FROM eNTITY WAS SO LONG. i DIDN'T THINK WE'D MAKE IT. bUT EVERYTHING YOU TOLD ME, IT ALL KEPT ME GOING. aND THIS WONDERFUL PLACE... IT WAS ALL WORTH IT IN THE LONG RUN. i GUESS, THIS IS OUR NEW LIFE NOW, HUH? She just stood there. Waiting for him to say something else. Waiting for him to sweep her off her feet like he seemed to always so. She loved him, without a doubt. Finished. I'll rp as Phant directly in the next post xD
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Post by kyr on Oct 28, 2006 21:30:09 GMT -5
and I know it's all worth it**The temperatures were mild within the land of Cotandra, though varied throughout the lands of Lemorsea. The ocean shore proved to be warm throughout the winter season, and a bit humid during the summer, but always with a breeze to cool the residing equines. Now, it was fall, and the was a bit of a crisp chill mingling in the air, but nothing more. It was genuinely warm, the great orb allowing it's rays to leap to and fro along the sandy beaches, providing heat and warmth to the inhabitants. And there, standing placidly idle on the beach shore, was an obsidian figure, molded int he form of a czar. And so it was he, Kyr, ruling hessian of Cotandra, awaiting the lead and foal, Titanic and Phantasie. And, he was waiting with patience, a virtue he had learned long ago, and had come in handy countless times. In an anxious habit, dome drooped, skimming the emeralds dentals to occasionally snatch at the stalks, but hardly with greed. Of course they were lush, juicy, tasty, but right then, his interest was not in forage or foliage, but in the arrivals that would appear most likely momentarily. Cotandra stood out, being the ocean shore, he knew it was impossible for them to get lost. So he just had to wait. And what a task this was, even for his patient self. But, he was soon to be rewarded, for there were Titanic and Phantasie, coming around the bend, so to say. An elegant two-tone hue, a light auburn with a mixture of ivory, still holding an air of pride through motherhood. The mahogany strokes almost similar to his, a dark bay filly that had a bit of devil within her, no matter how adorable she looked. He could barely contain his excitement, and he felt a flood of his emotions, joy, glee, adrenaline, to name a few. Labrums parted as he let out a single, short blast, like a trumpet, it was a bugling message sent to them. Each movement seemed to be in slow motion, it seemed eternities before they reached him, but he knew it was only a matter of seconds, for their pace had increased significantly, from an ambling walk to an all-out sprint, well, atleast for Phantasie, Titanic hung back a little, allowing her daughter to greet her father. And oh, how he was so overwhelmed, but in a positive way. Each stride seemed to be paused, for they could not get there soon enough, atleast to him. Cerebrum flung to and fro in anxiousness, skywards, sidewards, downwards, and to every angle possible, atleast it seemed. Breaths became shorter as their sweet aroma wafted to his salmons, and he quickly filled his nasal passages with the scent over and over again, it being so sweet and familiar. And what really made this moment so wonderful was Phant's lone voice, a bit squeaky, but nonetheless, music to his ears. "daddy, Daddy!" She shouted, and such lifted his spirit to soar, and he felt proud, wonderful. He couldn't help it, it was natural response, no? Well, to him, it made all the difference in the world, because after that, the time flew by, and there they were beside him. Titanic and Phantasie, in Cotandra, with him. The King, Queen, and Princess of Cotandra. It could not be any better. That was impossible. For right then, he felt sheer bliss, a feeling not felt by many. He was floating. Floating on the air and clouds. He loved this. He loved them. Little Phantasie stopped brusquely before him, with just the dainty tip of her minuscule mug brushing against his chest and diaphragm, and he chuckled quietly as he scrambled to his side. As she did so, kissers ruffled her mane in an affectionate manner, tugging the small locks while sort of pushing them around, to the point where it was astrewn from his "ruffling". She was obviously very exuberant, and for this he was thankful, she didn't seem to mind the change, and if she had, he would have felt guilty to the point beyond relief, and would have most likely started to sulk. But she was fine and happy, so, in turn, he was fine and happy. Titanic stood a distance aways, and before averting his attention to the lead mare, he whispered quietly, towards Phant's ear. Phant, very soon I'll take you to the ocean, and you can frolic among the waves. As her visage lit with an obvious glee and excitement, a heartfelt smile enveloped his mask. Now, Titanic drew closer, in reach. She spoke softly and genuinely, and her words were dripping with the truth, a feature he so dearly admired. At first, all she said was her name, and he could not help but reply with a throaty murmur. Titanic.. Then she went on in a streamline of statements, all to which he nodded, cranium constantly seemed to bob up and down. She too had been afraid, but now she seemed delighted, the mirroring emotions he had felt. Phantasie just gazed up at them with a forlorn look, obviously wanting to cut the chatter short so she could too enjoy herself. For a moment or two he was silent, thinking of a way he could word his thoughts, in a formation that would not be scrambled. He knew it would not matter to his tightly knit family, but still, he did not wish to present himself as a fool, even if it had happened several times in his past. Sometimes his boldness let him down, and ended up humiliating him in the long run. And many times it had gotten him into unwanted trouble, especially with Karneval and Zyanara, who seemed to have had quite a strict rule over him, especially after those bears. Oh, he remembered the day so well, when he had wandered off by himself. But, they had not taken it lightly. But now, boldness didn't seem to be an issue. He just had to think of the right way to say something, that was all. After a few more seconds of pondering, he began to speak. Yes, it was longer than I expected, but I think it was worth it. Cotandra, our land, was actually under the rule of some other stallion, but he forfeited the terrain in battle. Why had had added the last comment, he wasn't quite sure, and he paused to regain his thoughts before continuing. Yes, our new life. But, I think we will enjoy it. We just couldn't have stayed in entity any longer, but now, we have lemorsea, and most importantly, each other. Once he finished he paused, realizing how true his words were. They had gotten each other through it. Not themselves. But each other. After the sort of greeting conversation was complete, he swept right to the side of Titanic, the two leaders of Cotandra being side by side. And Phant, she was a bit in front of them, waiting for her sire to fulfill his promise. And of course he would, but he'd let them rest for a few minutes first. And now, now was the time that he felt the love for Titanic truly shine, and truly burn, for he felt so attached to her at these quiet moments most. When they were wordless, yet in complete understanding. They watched Phantasie for a moment, before she turned to sort of romp along the sandy beach, and he knew she was safe, for there were no lurking predators, and the ocean's water was shallow til you got a ways out, but he knew Phant had the common sense not to go near the tide. As Phantasie occupied herself in the safe habitat, his attention was immediately focused on Titanic. He sidled over closer to her until their bulks touched, onyx and paint alike. As their hides meshed, rumbles emitted from his diaphragm, deep and masculine, and of great power. Then, in what seemed one fluid motion, cranium wrapped around her own, boa slipping over hers, in an embrace. A simple embrace. But such a powerful symbol in the terms of love. He held the position for a few minutes, just cherishing and relishing the moment. He watched as Phantasie seemed pleased with the shore, the sand pleasant in every aspect. But really, this time with Titanic pleased him the most. Slowly, he released his grip on the embrace,as if to uncoil. Then, quickly, enamels nibbled at her withers, before labrums fluttered across her pelt, tickling it in a grooming. Dentals removed the caked dirt and mud, and it also relieved stress and tension, for it was so soothing, like a massage. So caressing, so relaxing. He hoped the effect was positive, as it always was. He wanted her to be able to rest in this time, he knew the journey had been long and strenuous, especially while having to keep little Phant in tow. She needed a break, and he respected this. So he continued his grooming, even after she was, well, clean. There was always an eye kept on Phantasie, though she never roamed too far, and stayed put without wandering. She was smart, and knew the consequences, even though she had that devilish streak that seemed to run in the family. The rumbles were endless as he went about his work, as if to reassure, even though there was no reason to. He just wanted her to be comfortable in their new home. Because that's what it was. Their new home. And what worried him most was, if they disapproved of it, they couldn't go back. There would be no place left to go back to. They'd have to keep traveling. And he didn't want that. He wanted to be able to settle in. Settle in once. Settle in for forever. After a while, he ceased the grooming session, feeling she was fine now. And rested, for he had things planned. Nape extending as plush set out a soft nudge on ehr shoulder, and then he motioned to her to follow, and he walked briskly towards Phantasie. He turned once, saying over his shoulder to Titanic in an explanation to his abrupt halt of the "massage." I promised Phant I'd take her into the ocean. Then he continued on, knowing Titanic would quickly be right beside him. Quickly beside the filly, who obviously hadn't forgotten the promise, for right away she started her persistent nagging, and he simply laughed, for she possessed some of the same spirit he had had when he was younger, and obviously some of her dam's spirit. So, with an affectionate tug at a stray lock, he gently said. Come Phant, but you must listen to whatever I say, for your safety. He knew he had to get the point across clear, for if she wade out too deep, well, he didn't even want to think about it. As Phant agreed, he smiled, and quickly said to Titanic. Perhaps you'd like to come too, Lady titanic. He was half teasing, and then they swept off towards the water, where the waves were gently crashing onto the shore, but not in the harsh manners of a storm. So, they plunged into the waves, with a command of. Phantasie, stay close to me, and do not go any deeper than I. She nodded, with a determined expression on her face, as if this was supposed to be a challenge, and not fun. He chuckled quietly underneath his breath, before stepping into the waters, which were a bit cool, but refreshing, nonetheless. A squeal came from Phantasie, and his gaze averted to her, but he found it was an adventurous one, not a plea for help. He stood, for the waves barely rose to his cannon, but to Phant, they were almost at her chest, so she would lift on her hind legs, rearing, fores wildly thrashing at the water, and she was obviously having a great time, and enjoying herself. The waves were gentle, so he simply watched, to be sure nothing happened, and nothing did. He was so focused on Phant, he didn't even notice whether Titanic had joined them or not. A certain amount of time passed, and though Phant was still deeply entertained, he started to feel a bit cold, which meant that of course Phant would, too. So, he ushered her out of the water, even with her whimpers and begs, knowing it was for her own good. When they got onto the beach, he shook, droplets of azule flinging from his pelt, and Phant mimicked him, even though she lost her balance at one point. Laughing he turned to Titanic, before he had something else in mind. This was a very eventful day, there was so much to do, so much you could do. Titanic, dear, I've not yet explored cotandra, actually, I've barely seen any of it. would you care for a stroll, so we could, perhaps, scout out the lands, find a shelter in case of emergency? if you'd care to save it for a less stressful day, that too, would be fine. He didn't want to push it, for already, so much had happened. He'd leave the decision up to her, for he knew she would make the right choice. He had confidence and faith in her, and he always would. Forever and always. [ooc-done. I like this post ]
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Post by Titanic on Oct 30, 2006 19:24:21 GMT -5
" But im down to one last breath..
And with it let me say;;
Hold me now. I'm six feet from the edge
and im thinking.. Maybe six feet
Aint' so far down.
Titanic patiently stood there. She was in awe and good spirits. It was so woderful to be here. It was like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. So much she had been through.. but there was no more stress holding her down. There was nothing else that she had to worry about... Because when she was with Kyr, it was like she was flying on newfound wings. There was absolutely nothing she needed to worry about. The caged bird had finally been freed. She was in a new world. A new start. And it all felt so good. She was replenished with strength. Physically and emotionally. Without Kyr, she would be absolutely nothing. God she loved him... And she didn't know if he knew just how much. She needed to show him though, she wanted him to know just how much she felt for him. She loved him. And no one could ever take that away. It was just.. there. And she would always feel this. For her and Kyr were a happy family. If they wanted to.. they could live with just themselves forver. They didn't need anyone. Their bond and relationship was so strong, it was unbreakable. And for this, she was greatful. It was wonderful being able to feel this. And she owed it all to him. It was amazing what he had done. He found them this place.. gave her a love, a reason to live.. and most of all; he saved her in every way a being could be saved. He was her savior. She was greatly pleased with this place. Cotandra. It's ocean shore was enough to die for. The tainted wind blowing against you. The warm days, and wonderful view.. It was like a fairy-tale. Now all they needed was a castle. She obviously already had her knight in shining armor. And he was so elegant. So wonderful. How could this ever go wrong? And Phantasie? She was a wonderful gift. One that Kyr had gave her. Phantasie was growing up well. She shared their characteristics. And she would soon be on her own.. . And Titanic was proud. There was so much for her daughter to look foward to in life. And She could always come to her parents for anything. Titanic would always be here to watch her grow and begin her own life. Hopefully, it would be within the very lands of Lemorsea. And their generations could pass by like the days. The family would grow and expand. And it would all happen with Kyr. She would always be here.. with Kyr.
The seconds eased away. The minutes rolling. She watched as Kyr was so amazed by their arrival. He was so happy. Titanic could tell that. She could feel it too. They were like one. He smiled, his joy etching to come out through his motions. But he held himself together. Holding the pieces that were about to unravel. He spoke gently to Phant. Promising to her that he would take her to the beach shore. It was good. Definately good for her to get some excercise and bond with her father again. Titanic just gently smiled. Overjoyed, and excited about the later adventure. But it was just great to be with the two. And soon after she was done thinking.. Phantasie tottered off to play. STaying nearby. Titanic knew she would behave herself and stay where she should. She was smart, yes. And she knew of the troubles she should stay out of. This was good.. it would be great for the couple to bond and talk again. Her and Kyr. There was so much to be discussed. So many things at hand. But wether it was good or bad, they would make it through.. Together. She always knew that whatever she had to she could count on doing it with him. He moved fowards.. His passion revealing as he wrapped his slender serpentine around hers. Almost like a hug. She closed her eyes, and put pressure on. Holding him as well. Appearently ejoying this. She felt so close to him.. She loved him deeply. The grasp released, and he moved closer to her side. His upper region clouding over hers. Pearly whites rolled over her withers. A grooming session, of course. He grinded away the roug caked dirt. It felt so good as he ran his dentals over he spine and down her rump. It was enjoyable and relaxing. And she was greatful for this care. She definately owed him one. But she was too tired now. Her eyes closed as Kyr's little job continued. And long after she realized he had finished at one point. It was so wonderful being with him though, that she didng mind what he did. As long as they could be together. It was like he was her addiction.. Or perhapse she was just so happy to see him. Afterall, it had been a long time since she had been in contact with him. There was so much to say.. so much to do. It felt like there wasn't enough hours in the day. Or perhapse this one just felt amazingly short. Afterall, the day was almost over. And there was still so much to do. Her thought's ended as a familiar voice began to speak. Lappets thrusted fowards. Clearly taking an interest in everything he had to say. A close watch was kept on Phantasie as she romped and played in her new home. And for that she was glad. It was good the little darling was getting some excercise and excitement. And she was still a bundle of energy after their long travel. Phantasie reminded Titanic of her young self. So lively. And always etching for something new. Something adventerous. She was still that way.. somewhat. But other things had to be handled before she could drop every care in the world. She also remembered what he had said before the little grooming. He spoke about Cotandra.. And how they had each other. Oh Kyr. He was such a doll. And now she paid full attention to what he said this time...Phantasie. Ah yes. He promised to take her to the shore. It was a good idea. It would be good for them all to just let loose a little. Of course, I think that will be much fun. And Kyr, darling... Cotandra is beautiful. I'm quite glad you picked this. But you're right. It's not about anything we have. It's just about each other. And I couldn't be more happy to be here with you. I love you so much. SHe smiled. Clearly she meant everything she said. Her pace lifted, and she followed after Kyr and their daughter. She caught up with him. A playful nip was given to his rump. It was good to be here.. She haulted along the shore. Phantasie appearently enjoying times like these.. Her and Kyr plunged in. Taking no heed to the water. Just having fun. And she too soon followed in after. Her lining began to darken as it was drenched with water. The dirty spots clearing away and the healthy white parts became a nice pearly color. Her talons collided with the surface of the water with each step. Splashing water all around. It was much fun, and so relaxing as well. Kyr and Phant were nearby. Auctually very close. They splashed each other occasionally. But soon the fun was over. She exited the water, and shook off. Small droplets were sent flying. And she was dripping wet still. But it minded her not. Kyr and Phant came over to her.. And obviously Kyr had something on his mind. He had a little deviant smirk. He had an idea.. He wanted to explore Cotandra? It was a reasonable idea. It would be good for them to explore. Sure. No, no, I'm not too tired. Im auctually feeling fine. Exploring will be fun. And there's much to talk about on the way. Whenever you're ready, I'm ready.. Lead the way, Kyr darling. She moved to his side. Her muzzle running over his dorsal area. She nipped his withers, and turned slightly. She stood side by side with him. Nuzzling his face area eavery so often. Obvisiously being passionate. Ready for their little travel around the land. It would be fun.. Much fun indeed. She kept an eye on Phant. And she would need to whilst they traveled the lands. It was amazing yes, but it was all still new to them, and they didn't quite know the dangers yet. Phant, darling... I wan't you to stay close now. We're going to give you a grand tour of this place.. Would you like that? She smiled, and gave a little laugh as she spoke of the 'tour'. Oh yes. A grand one. To her, it would be.
Phantasie obeyed her mother. She was still excited after the fun play time at the beach. She was glad to have fun and play again. And she was quite glad to be with her daddy again. And she could tell her mom was happy as well. Soon after the multicolored mare spoke, Phantasie dashed over to her parents. Sand was sent afloat into mid air, scattering.. and falling to the ground again. Small hoofprints were left in the sand. And soon she was standing a few feet from them. She watched them hug and talk to each other, and thought about how icky it looked. And so she just stood there.. Her little frisky whipcord bouncing from side to side. Not yet large enough to be any help to her. She was getting impatient already. And soon she begged out to her parennts.. well? Are we goinng? Come on! I've been waiting! A little glare from her mom told her to hold her tongue.. and be patient. But that was quite hard, see Phant was young and pretty impatient. And who could blame her? Everyone was once in a while. Though Phant tended to have a little more of this trait than others. Wich was fine and all, but soetimes it got her into trouble. Somehow.. she managed. SHe always found things to amuse herself. She decided to just stand there. Watching. She watched the rolling waves crash against the rocky cliffs nearby. And they made a pretty loud noise, aswell. She noted that.. Parts of the sky seemed cloudy and gloomy. While the other half seemed full of life, and bright. It was probable that a storm was on it's way. Perhapse they should seek out a shelter soon. Almost instantly after she thought about it.. She watched her mother take a glance at the thickness in the clouds. Perhapse she had simular thoughts. Afterall, great minds think alike, right? It was what she figured. But she wouldn't let her assumptions get ahead of herself. She stood calmly. The sun rays... what was left of them.. beat down upon her. Her dark mahogany coat soaked them up like a sponge does to water. It was annoying, but at the same time she enjoyed the heat. Afterall, The breeze gave her a little chill. It should even out in the long run. Phant thought about everything.. and how she was happy to be here. There was so much to do and look foward to. And she would have so much fun here. Perhapse soon, there would be other little ones she could play with. And it was also good to have her daddy with her. FOr she knew her mommy was getting worried without him. Everything was running smoothly. She was happy. Life itself was following the right course. And now all she could do was wait. It would be a fun thing to further explore these lands. . . Now all she could do was wait for her parents. If they would ever get done and ready.
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Post by kyr on Nov 4, 2006 12:30:36 GMT -5
how you make me feel**So, they were going on a little adventure. Cranium rose and fell in one, short nod, in approval, and he couldn't help but let loose a chuckle or two at Phantasie's eager antics, as she waited impatiently, trying to hurry her sire and dam. Mug pressed against the mahogany's shoulder as he whispered to the little filly. Patience, Phantasie. Patience. Returning to Titanic's side, he nodded, very subtly, as if to motion to Phantasie to come to their side, and then they would begin. As she sidled next to thm, he stepped out, and the duo did the same. They were in line, a couple with their babe in tow. The fall air was mild in Cotandra, but crisp in other places. The ocean shore tended to have the best of climates, which was an attribute highly sought after in lands, and now, they were living in one. Rolling waves crashed against the shore, sea spray flinging up from it's midst, causing the trio to become a wee bit damp with the moisture. With the first spray, Phantasie squealed and shuffled sidewards, bumping into him, but there after, she was delighted with the spray of the foamy substance, and frolicked in it with delight. He ambled close to Titanic, actually, very close, to the point where their hides brushed against each other with each passing step, a blending of hues, obsidian, ivory, and a light auburn, almost caramel color. Plume slapped at his gleaming hocks, seldom though did the bloodsuckers appear. He was happy then. He had not a care in the world. He had everything he needed. Love, life, health, home, food, water. What else was there to ask for? Titanic and Phantasie were perfect, he felt his life was complete with them. Cotandra was warm, stunning, and had lush food and clear water. What else did he need? He couldn't think of a thing. He was home here, with them. He was thriving, it was apparent. As were Titanic and Phantasie. Entity's demise had quickly spread, and an inward fear for his sire and sibling had aroused within him, silent, which he did not express, but quickly,t he worry was fading away. Fathol had been with a young stud, Teufel, he thought, so she would be fine and well off. Karneval, he had no doubts in the czar. There was no reason to. But, the fall of Entity had proven something to him. He and Titanic had been right in making the choice to escape, to leave the lands. Although they would always be both he and Phantasie's home and birthlands, they were nonexistant now. Lemorsea was what mattered now. Lemorsea was their life now, and he didn't think any of the three had any regrets, for, so far, everything was turning out to be wonderful. He had been slowly adjusting to the change of scenery, and now, it was familiar within his mind. He cherished each moment of it, for this was his. He had not been given it, like he had been "given" Gavalim from Karneval. He had earned it, in the absence of an opponent. Cotandra seemed all the more special for just that reason, the feeling of victory. He would never admit defeat. Never. Especially when he held so many near and dear. He had been wordless and quiet, actually, silent, on their beginning og the trek, the little adventure they were going to. Scouting the lands, so to say, they were mainly looking for a shelter that could be used in the time of a storm, or any sort of natural disaster that could, or would, wreak havoc on the tightly knit harem. He had previously been consumed within his own thoughts, lost within his clever mind. But now, he was alert and intuned to everything surrounding him, including the prized paint banshee and precious, bold mahogany filly. The three made quite the statement, mainly traveling side by side, and he held an air of pride at his mare and offspring. A grin slipped casually upon his mask, and, with a rush of adrenaline, he moved forward in front of the two swiftly and deftly. One could say he was beginning to show off, he thought of it as, displaying beauty. As he moved forward, he changed the nonchalant pace into a fiery sort of jog, like a prance, yet he moved forward very slowly. The only indication of being "fiery" was how quickly his appendages moved, knees snapping neatly and cleanly, flints slicing the sodden loam as they seemed to dart and dash, up and down, sometimes even to the sides. Limbs were a flash of ebony, yet showed a skill and grace in the precision of their movement, as they executed without hesitation his performance. Boa was curved into an elegant arch, a bow as his mug rubbed against his diaphragm, curvature rounded. Plume was flagged, and some fell over his croup and loin, the arabian heritage that he was a descendant of obviously apparant in his flashy movements, and his exotic style. Muscles rippled beanth the onyx stroked pelt, sinews straining as were tendons, yet the muscled hide held a sheen from the sun's rays that struck his masculine frame, and with the gait and stance held, it was as if he was a dressage horse, with an intricate move. As if to up the level of his little show, he sidled in a sidestepping fashion over into the shallow tide, so, as he strode, with his tail flagged, curvature arched, and stilts moving quickly, sprays of water shimmered from his every step, causing a stunning sight. He continued on like this for a while as they went on down to the ocean shore, the tiring position held all the while, as if to show that he deserved the ruling of Cotandra now mroe than ever, even though he already ahd ownership. Not once did he glance back to see either Titanic's or Phantasie's reaction, he did not wish to disrupt the effort and concentration he put into his "work." If he looked like a fool, he sure didn't feel like one. The sandy white beaches were quickly fading away, and as the end came in sight, he fell back to the duo that had beent railing behind him, now that the shore had almost disappeared, it was time to "go to work" on finding shelter and such. Phantasie seemed to bounce up and down in energy, boviously excited at the proposal, and they began in their search of a dwelling, or something of the rather, that could be of use. As they approached the freshwater stream, which was one of the official boundaries of Cotandra, he pasued, dome lowering into the liquid, kissers slipping apart as he slurped up the azure aqua, and then, once more, they were on thier way. Occuli darted to and fro, in what seemed a frantic search, for winter was approaching quite rapidly. They entered into a forest, giants looming overhead, but it seemed tropical, and was actually quite pleasant, not desolate and dark, as many forests were. He assumed there would be a good spot somewhere within the wooded bed, so he motioned towards a trodden path. A rush of adrenaline filled him, flooding and coursing within his every vein, and labrums ajar, a fierce, almost triumphant sounding bugle was trumpeted, in his excitement. He always seemed to bask in spur of the moment things, especially danger. As a colt, several times he had wandered off, to be met by predators, then by his parents' scoldings as they herded him away, him being in complete disdain. So, the trio started down the path, himself quivering with a neveredning rush of excitement, until upahead, loomed some brush and thickets. With mild interest, he surged forward, noyl to be disappointed with it's lack of ability. It was minuscule, barely Phantasie would be able to fit within it. Tossing his cranium in frustration, they started again, this time, even mroe desperate for a location. Well, not exactly desperate, but it would be nice to be secure. They continued on, and everything seemed to be too small, or there was nothing at all. He let out an exasperated sigh, heaving from his cage, along with a gruff snort that followed. Weight thrown to his hinds, he pivoted swiftly, and the three moved together. Finally, up ahead, the obsidian bronc spotted what could possibly solve their problems. They had half-circled back to the other boundary of Cotandra, where ahead loomed somewhat of a cavern, for there was a sort of cliff overhanging and rocky plateau above. So, they found a shelter. A cave. Not bad, it would provide great protection. Satisfied, kissers placed a sort of peck on the cheek of tITANIC, WHILE WHISPERING. hERE WE ARE. a WINTER, OR EVEN STORM, HOME.As they stood beneath the overhang, he felt content wash over his bulk. He was happy. Again, he had everything he needed. Cotandra was a wonderful home. It was gorgeous, stunning. Utterly beautiful, it left one in awe. It held each and every necessity, shelter, lush stalks, a stream of freshwater. It was spacious and grand, a vast area. Fit for a large harem. As he processed his own description, the facts suddenly struck him. Cotandra was suited for a large harem, not one consisting of three. At first, he felt a bit of regret at claiming Cotandra, he was content with just himself, Titanic, and Phantasie. But then, other thoughts consumed his craft, wisened mind. He was mature, and realized all the benefits of a large harem, and what it would mean. Protection came in numbers. Though Cotandra seemed safe and without predators, you never knew, and he would take absolutely no chances. Plus, just company and such would be nice once and a while. Who knows, the mares might even grow on him after some time. Not as much as Titanic, but they could gain his affection in their own respect. So, with that decision, he turned to Titanic, lipping with adoration at her hark, before cooing, with a soothing tone. Dear, I've been thinking. It's time to add to our herd, I'm going to head out to claiming now, before winter approaches, and before what seems to be a storm hits. He glanced up the clouds, which were adrk, and seemed to swell. He stood close to her for a minute, salmons flaring to inhale her sweet aroma, cherishing the familiar scent. After a short time, he spoke once more. You know you'll always be by my side, and hold my utmost love. I love you, I really do. With a last tug of a stray lock, he whispered gently to Phantasie. Phantasie, I'll be back soon. Be good for your mother, OK? Smiling warmly, after that he began to move off, with a final calling over his shoulder. I'll be back shortly. Witht hat, his pace quickened into a lively jog, and he disappeared within the wooded bed, beginning the process which he had never comitted. [ooc-ugh. too lazy for spell check. kyr's off to claiming. by the ay, if you think of something better than a cave, we can use that, because I had no idea what to use  ]
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Post by aaa11 on Aug 14, 2008 22:44:09 GMT -5
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