<. A new life...A new beginning .>

[sarasa]

...When I hear you call my name...

It had seemed to take so long, as minutes came off the clock as if hours were dragging by. But they had finally did it. The creation of a new life had already begun inside the femora. The ease of life would become much harder with the times to come. In the passing time, Kedar and the she would have to entertain themselves wisely. Perhaps collecting few from the lonesome claimence area. Where many femme's awaited a gentle, kind hearted mascu as him. Kedar. Such bold ease came along with the towering figure. Kind, gentle cocoa optics assessed each situation he ran into. Always would he think before his reactions took the best of him. Always. Protective he was over his femme's. But she, Sarasa, was his life. What he lived for. Such beauty molded into the shape of an angel brought down to earth. The kind, gentle hymns that alofted from her vocalizations. The bold, eager state to bring a smile to anyones facial characteristics. That was who she was. Anybody can try and pick at and lower her self-esteem, try to bring down the courage within. But never would they succeed. Strong willed that came with a strong mind, she was Sarasa, walking aside Kedar. It is they who rule Edeal, they who control what happened in their land.

The bruja daintily wobbled her way into her homeland. Serpentine strung low of exhaustion, mug traced the fine lines of the emerald stalks that bent beneath her weight. Now twas the weight of two. Auricles twitched meekly atop her poll as the ess dragged onwards. A thick lather remained painted to her sun toned cloaking. He went to the extreme. Sevral gashes wounded the femme from the daggers of her master. But she would live. His appology accepted for he hadn't meant to harm the femme purpously. Never. Sarasa winced as the over grown foliage raked and grasped against her flanks, her barrel, her fragile staturistics. Ebon hued streamer followed hind the ess, dragging against her hocks. Loosing their life. Tresses bounced along with the movements with the she. Labrums held agape, ivory barbs plucked ravishly at the emerald stalks in great hunger. Seemingly haven't eaten nor drank for days on end. The putrid deed had been acomplished with a great sucess. The toll of the babe growing within the seductress could already be noted. Barrel began to swell, stilts wobbled and buckled occasionaly from the weight that was added. But it wouldn't phase her. She could move on.

Onyx tipped daggers struck the unworthy sod, marking the downpacked trail they used to travel into and outside of Edeal. The route to freedom. Dial arose, occuli peered beneath matted entaglements into the far distance. A thought of movement was caught by the quick reactions of the she. Who be walking in the lands of Edeal other than Kedar himself and she. Maybe twas Kedar, but her falling energy had mistaken him for someone else. Quickly, the appendages of the bruja brought her to a quick hault. Flints planted firmly into the moistened sod. Nasal passages flared, darkning to a rougen tint. The faint aromas of a lathered bronc registered into her mind. Auricles peaked forward, the soft pitter patter of a large animal was brought to her attention. Kedar? Occasionly she had seen majestic animals bounding throughout the canopy region. Great white tigers and the slithering effect of a black panther. Word been spread around that these animals were herd guardians. Their duty to serve and protect the harem and their leaders. Who would be assigned to the slowly growing harem of Edeal? Maybe a trip to visit the lord and lady of Lemorsea would have to be planned.

...I smile...

Boa strung low once more, and the forward dragging motion persisted until her bodice managed to near the trickly stream that ran throughout their home. Mug threw eagerly into the cool, refreshing aqua. Velvets held agape, a sipping motion begun by the minx. The water rushed inside of her, quenching the parched thirst that invaded her internals. Tassles fell into the vision of the femme, dial raised, quickly flipping her forelock back and out of sight. Her energy returning. The jezebelle paced backwards few strides. Beneath the refreshing comfort of a large weeping willow. It's branches swayed with the wind that blew. The amber bodice of the vix met the softness of the topography beneath where she await the company of Kedar. Cerebrum held with great pride, soft hymns hushed from the vocalizations of the banshee.

Dear kedar, please return soon. I await your company aside me beneath the canopy of this large tree. Together we shall rest and decide what is next on our list of things to do.

A grunt exited the nares of the vixen, weight thrown to her side as she lay completely flat against the sod. Occuli began to flutter. Twas too hard to remain awake for the coming of the porcelain mascu. She would rest, only for a little bit. Awake she would have to be when the arrival of Kedar was presented. A rest, only for a few minutes. Thats all she needed. Twas not before long, that Sarasa had drifted into a deep sleep. The rise and fall of her cage, the occasional flicker of her accoustics or her plume that whisked away the ever infatuated winged pests that landed upon her flanks. Beneath the canopy of the weeping willow in her homeland of Edeal, Sarasa slept.

...And remember how much you love me...

ooc: sorry for how short it is it was the only thing I pulled from my hat of dead muses. [/color]

[kedar]

<sup>[ooc-excuse the suckiness]


My little china doll
Fragile and sweet
My special toy
Hidden away
Only to come out and play

Gallant czar of silver and ivory meshings strode eagerly towards the dove that awaited him, lurking within the domains of Edeal. She drew him closer and closer, he had the pride of a lovesick puppy dog. The hessian at her every want or need, her every whim or cry. Nourishing when she was down, praising when she was up. All for her. This benefited none, yet it could not be helped. It was the pursuit of happiness, an unalienable right. That was enough reason. Labrums slipping apart, low, subtle whickers of strewn melodies to lull one's ear. Flints left small imprints on the topography, small layer of dew giving the loam a damp surface, small, squishing noises made as each titanium rose from the sod. Thoughts wandered to and fro in his keen mind, invisible brow furrowed. The young would be born soon, he could tell at the distance he was from. Most likely after a quick greeting, she would rush to the secluded birthing grounds. Sarasa was due. At the time, he could go and possibly fetch a ess, though, he would ask permission of the gorgeous queen. Funny, how every decision he made he seemed to need her approval. Yet it was necessary, mandatory, and he did not feel a bit of shame for it. She was the ruler at her side, Sarasa's say was as good as his. Sometimes even better.

My little china doll
Smiling back at me
Never getting mad
Never getting sad
Always happy


Pelt held a certain gleam, sheen coat of lather spread across his canvas. The days hot, the nights warm. The cycle of summer. Plume whisking over his hocks, masculine rumbles to emit from his diaphragm as he continued to wisp away the gap that stretch before him. He was there; beside her. In an instant. Mug tracing her sketch, kissers tickling her frame as proboscis ran across her sleek bodice. Ah. All was good; no cuts or scrapes. She was in perfect condition. Contented sigh heaved from his cage, nothing to worry about. Nothing at all. Chasms glancing at her enlarged barrel, salmons filtering the familiar, sweet aroma of the banshee. Quivering slightly as boa extended, plush nosing at her barrel tenderly. Was it time to spit out his thoughts;mere ideas? No, wait a bit longer. Let the quiet wash over you like a wave, feeling so nice. Crown swinging low to the stalks, enamels snatching at the emerald sea. Dentals crushing the foliage with pleasure, grin etched to his mask. How wonderful it was in Edeal; it was ideal. Soon a harem would thrive in it's grasps, all that was needed was patience. Patience was a virtue. One he was happy to have, or else all could crumble.

My little china doll
Hidden in a corner
For none to see
Only I see it's precious beauty
Never to let it go

Velvet lipping gently at a lone honer of the beloved, murmuring quietly. How have you been, my dear? I am sorry for the delay I have caused you. It was most.. unnecessary. Cranium bobbing somewhat, figuring small talk would keep the conversation light and easy. Keep the moods happy, to not cause distress of any sort. Before you head to the birthing grounds, which I assume you will do. Motioning towards the growth inside of her. I must ask you of something.Amber tinted occuli silently searching her features, pausing before he went on. The lands of Edeal are somewhat.. empty. I ask of you if you'd like to add to the harem, when you leave I will also if you choose, but go to the claiming grounds. Picking up a femme, possibly two. Ah. He had said it. Off his chest, but, what had he been afraid of in the first place? Mm.. maybe the refusal? No. If she had said no, it would cause him no heartbreak. What was it then? Maybe nothing, maybe stage fright. Did it matter? No. Plain and simple. Mug stroking her curvature, tugging at hanging tendrils. Warm smile remained planted to his facade as he awaited her answer. Anything she said would be perfectly alright. Anything.

My little china doll
Come to me
In my time of need
You'll always be there
Patient and kind

Harks strung forth, awaiting her answer. Weight shifting from stilts, concern growing within him by the minute? She need to get to the secluded grounds. Now. He would go gather some femmes. They had discussed it before. He could not await her answer, she could not wait. Tenderly, tiara nudged her boa, then swept over to her hide, pushing it gruffly, pushing in the direction she was to go. Go now, Sarasa. I will go gather an ess. I'll be waiting for you, and another. Grin masking his visage, occuli dancing at the thought of the wee babe soon to stroll throughout the lands. What a sight it would be, the small foal a picture of perfection, gathering the best traits of the two. Snap. Back to the moment. Now was not the time. It would soon be that way; but not now. He had just returned, but now he was about to leave once more.

My little china doll
Stay by my side
In the dead of night
And warmth of day
My little china doll..


Off again. To the grounds of claiming. Sometimes sacred, sometimes wretched. They were where he had found one who made his heart flip; Sarasa. But also, he could come back empty handed and disappointed. A game of luck and chance, you never knew what you were to find. Life was a gamble, insert your coins and be prepared to play. Sometimes you hit the jackpot, others you go to the cleaners, broken down and empty. Boa strung of sinews in an elegant arch, whip cord flagged as he stalked towards the canopy, shrill blast to erupt from his mug. Sarasa was most likely on her way, only to hear subtle tones of he. Let the band of Edeal grow. For all to thrive amongst it's haven. Welcome to the new;goodbye to the old.

..never leave me.</sup>

[sarasa]

-flies back in with a new colt- haha, don't feel like posting right now...but im BACK!

[kedar]

[sorry, my power has been out, I'll post when I scrape up some muse]