Return of a Golden Angel

[kedar]

Return of a Golden Angel
Return back to me

Two-tone czar of porcaline and silver jogged quickly towards the domain of he and Sarasa. Appendages rose and fell in even tempos, steady rhythm of a two-beat plod maintained throughout his somewhat disappointing journey, only to return to something more. The gallant stag had traveled with high hopes to the lands of claiming, only to come back without a soul. The race of treacherous darks had overuled over the grounds, leading to his quick return to Edeal. But with his coming back, came so much more. The heir, or heiress, to Edeal- the first offspring, with his cherished Sarasa. Oh, thoughts of the wee babe that he would lay sight upon soon filled his wisened mind, onlt to be pushed away with worries. Worries that fill any possible-parents mind, of any race, of any species. Would the young be all right? Would the dam be all right? Were there any birthing complications? Was the return home fine-or did something go wrong? Ah. Salmons filled with the exotic, sweet aroma of the tropical marshes in which the duo, now trio, reside. Anyone could thrive in the aray of lush grasses and warm temperatures. Whip cord slapping at his hocks, ridding of the onyx tinted bloodsuckers. Honers strung forth, twitching at the slightest sound or movemen, the rusting of leaves, a whisper of wind. Headed towards the basin, labrums slipping apart as he trumpeted, several high-pitched tones fleeing his probiscus. Come out, come out wherever you are.

Return of a Golden Angel
Come for all to see

The time of waiting. Each minute seems an hour, an hour a day. Waiting seemingly without a care, but really, you're sweating, and can't stand it any longer. You possibly worry, you possibly plot. Occupy yourself with some useless task, working away busily, but it doesn't work. You still think about whatever you are waiting for, while tiring yourself trying not to think about it. Learn to sit and wait, relax. Let the time waste. Patience is a virtue. Earn it. Young, fit hessian's lid drooped, hind cocked as he lavished in the gentle rays of the sun, warming and tickling his hide. Drowsily, he shot a glance towards the wooded bed, keen harks catching a twig snapping, yet, despite his sudden burst of hope, it was a doe, lurking in the canopy. Sigh heaving from his cage, taking a few steps, somewhat circling, to remove the sudden stiffness which arose in his stilts. Striding nonchalantly towards the stream, a low trickle of water streaming placidly down through Edeal. Yes, to his astonishment, the bed was near dry, the slightest amount of aqua, gurgling. Somewhat quenching his thirst, he stalked away, invisible brow furrowed in thought. Wait, now that he had actually taken the time to think, he realized their had been a drought in all of the high lands of Lemorsea, the explanation for the sudden defecit of free flowing azure. Ah, quite a problem, but, if it was true, the water lady could bring an end to the cursed drought. As in many situations, time is the ruler, and only time will tell.

Return of a Golden Angel
When will you be here

As dawn turns to dusk, and dusk turns to day, one grows quite lonely in absent presence. Shades of crimsons and golds danced across the horizon, only to result in the growing of onyx and azure, twinkling stars in the distance. Sun set, moon risen. Splotched stag let out a subtle yawn, mug grazing the topography as enamels clenched the stalks, dentals crushing the emerald, a look of pleasure plastered to his mask as he tasted the lush, sweet flavor. A gentle breeze swept throughout the valley, banner aloft his nape slightly, chasms set towards the canopy. Pillars folded as he began to lie, quick to snap back up when he took the time to ponder the thought. Lieing down is your most vulnerable position, that's when one can startle and alarm you, attack you. In company you may be all right, but alone, such a stupid move. THough he was almost positive there were no predators lurking in the shadows of the realm, no chances could be taken, there was still doubt. Sercurity would have to be bumped up once the foal arrived, the wee being, fragile and could be would be an easy target, with unsure steps and a weak defense system. Yes, many changes were instore for the tightly knit harem of Edeal.

Return of a Golden Angel
Come back my dear

[sarasa]

posting...sorry for the wait...

[sarasa]

Out of the darkness
Stumbles a femme
You know her
You know her well
Can you recall her name
The name you know so well
Be the sun in this cloudy day
Watch over her
And the little tyke that frolicks along too
Because for every piece of grass
There is a ray of light
Whispering for it to grow

The endless rays of sunlight streamed through the clouded skies above. Warming the back of the doe and her newly born fawn. Plumage flicked lightly across the flanks of the virgo as her nonchalant steps carried her onto the quagmire that belonged to the lands of Edeal. Auricles swiveled eagerly atop her dome as she listened intently for any sound of her protector, Kedar. The aureate pelt of she had come to the last stages of drying from the sweat that coated her from the birth of the wee babe that trailed her steps. Nasals quivered gently as a rush of cool air exited the femme. Dome arose from it's low hanging stance, lifting towards the heavens as she searched intently for any sign of Kedar. The light steps of the doe grew heavy, an echoing sound bouncing from wall to wall within the boundaries of their home. All hope was slipping away as she walked a ways through the flourishing meadows of daisies dotting the emerald carpet. The trunks of the wood that swayed gently in the mid-afternoon breeze. Their leaves riding the wind as it blew. Whisping away any dead leaves that fell to the loam. her mind set upon finding her love. There was so much news to tell him. Occuli searched high and low, near and far but yet she did not see any sign of him. Perhaps he was still in the lands of claimence. A cold fear settled within the banshee at the thought of another. Maybe he fell for her too. For all she knew, he could be in the lands of intimacy. Planting his seed within another. What if...What if he ever came back. Cocoa hued tabiries rolled wildly as a fearful squeel exited the parched labrums of the minx. A sudden thirst arose within the internals of the she. Craving the refreshing splash of aqua to dip her mug into. To let it run gently down her throat and into her stomach. Stilts brought Sarasa to an immediate halt, spheres closed as she imagined the gurgling stream that ran through the terra. It's cool, refreshing taste. She just imagined her thirst being quenched. Velvets began to flutter anxiously as her globes snapped open. A swift beat began. The strides of 2-step meshing together into one beautiful beat. But to her dismay, the gurgling stream was of no more. In it's place was the dried banks of nothing. When were the powers of the royal heir grace them with aqua. Would she ever come? The femme and babe turned from the dry place, hopping to accidently bump into Kedar. Where was he? Had he still not come? The sudden cold fear gripped the heart of the banshee once more. Please find me.

She hears no call
To beckon her forth
No sound
Nothing
If you really loved her
You would call endlessly for her
Where are you Kedar?
Why are you leaving her to search
Search alone
Wait, not alone
With a newly born babe
You must go to her
Instead of her find you
Come out Kedar
Your just my favorite damned disease

The mid-afternoon sunlight began to drop behind the western horizon. Many life forms began to travel the hill side of Edeal. The femme caught glance of a few summer hares bounding quickly out of sight. Probably home heading home. She thought. Her endless search all afternoon had turned up empty handed. For all she knew, she was searching for nothing and Kedar was still not home. But she had a urning feeling to continue to look. She could tell the fragile bod of the wee colt was tiring. But he persisted on with his dam. Crania of the czaress uplifted to high altitudes as her bright, energetic ooids searched over the rolling hills of emerald. What a great place to raise a small harem. The mind of Sarasa began to wander as she continued aimlessly on. The ill thoughts flooded her head once again. The hopes of she began to decend quickly. She was loosing it. And loosing it quick. But maybe she was wasting her time walking the hills when she could be standing around beneath the whispering willows of a large tree. Sleeping and eating all afternoon long as her new pride and joy frolicked and played. But yet this urge to search was getting stronger, but her hopes were falling. It was just too bad. When she was about to fall to the ground from near exhaustion and lack of a water source, a glimpse of silver mesh appeared in the near distance. You could never imagine an equine to memorize each and every fine detail of their loved one, but Sarasa had. Each curve that rounded each brawny muscle of Kedar was implanted within her brain. And this, even from a distance, she could tell it was Kedar. A splendid squeel alofted from deep within the depths of the belle. A thundering gait began as she fled for the outlines of her one and only. Irons barely touching the loam beneath as she seemed to fly over the hills of emerald carpet. Her light step barely crunching anything. But her mind was set on getting to Kedar as quick as possible. She knew the infant would keep up. He was of strong mustang heritage. So no worries crossed the mind of she. Just the thought of reaching Kedar. Call her self centered and conceded, but love is stronger than anything.

And alas I find you
Safe and sound
Go figure it is near nightfall
I have searched all afternoon
And my hopes began to fall
But my urge to find you was great
I see that you come without another
What happened?
I have much to tell you bronc
So I ask that we travel to a safe spot
I have some much needed rest to catch up on
And we have stories to share
So can we go?

Pallet tossed excitedly, tassles bounced along into her vision as she slowed her gait to an excited 2-step. The quick actioned beat brought her even closer to the physique of him. Kedar. Boa craned, mug to touch the brawny hide of the stag as she came near. Dentals plucked gingerly against his hide as she eagerly strut around his bod. A stupid grin masked her facial features as she slowed her circles. Bringing them tighter to his bulk. And then the words seemed to tumble from her mouth. The heavenly hymns of she uplifted into the atmosphere. Hello stranger. Fancy meeting you in the lands of Edeal. A giddy chuckle arose from the doe as a dainty kiss planted upon the mug of Kedar. Her words turned to a whisper as she continued. I missed you. Then, all her energy seemed to fled her bodice as her knees began to shake. Stilts stumbled as she almost fell to the ground. What she needed was to replenish her bodice with food and water. She had food, but they had to search for water. And quick. Maybe they could call upon the water lady, but with Aaraya & Kemor gone missin. Who knows what Lemorsea could fall into. Sarasa has heard of the queen of their kind calling them all to a meeting. I think they should go. What do you say Kedar?

Im glad to be by your side again
That is where I belong
There is someone I want you to meet
This is what I've been wanting all along
I have an idea
That I'd like to share
But such things can wait
Until later
But for now here it is
The infant that has come
He needs a name Kedar
Any ideas?

The bright, eager optics of the quickly growing colt searched the hill side eagerly to where his dam had disappeared to. Hunger began to take over his tiny bod and he needed his mother's milk. Oh please mummy, where have you run off to now? The blue roan tint of the tiny mascu shone brightly in the dim settings of the sun. Tiny harks swiveled this way and that as he mounted the hill where his mother had disappeared over. And there she stood with another bronc. Furry built within the fiery soul of the babe. Who was this..this..thing!...that took so much of my mummy's attention. Well we'll just see about that one won't we? His mustang heritage coursed through his veins. Was this guy the other one to have given him life? Or was his keen, crafty dam a player. A short tempered burst of furry disrupted the moment the other two equines had as he thundered down the hill side. Harks plastered to his tiny skull, tiny enamels bore as he figured his way to the duo. Cage hefted quickly as he caught his breath when he reached the two. A high pitch sentence spoken for the ver first time. Who do you think you are? His question was intriguing. Optics rolled wildly as the words left his mug. What had he just done? What were these things that he was speaking of. How did he do that? There were so many questions that he wanted to answer. The attention of the tyke cast towards the horizon. A sudden want to play grew within him. A sudden buck was taken. Heels thrown up into the air from his burst of energy. Were there any others like him to play with? But his attention turned back to his dam and the one she stood with. Come on, answer me. I haven't got all day you know. But yet, he had as long as his dam needed, unless they moved off. But he wanted to act all tough. No one like this bronc of a silver tone. No one would tell him what he could and couldn't do.


ooc: ok, erm yah...sorry for the wait...hehe, Pink-Sarasa...Black-Foal...we need a name for him...

[kedar]

Yes, now is that time
The special moment
When I finally see those
Who I have longed to see
Come, come closer
I have waited so long
For this moment to come
Don't let it stop
Hold on so long
Because this moment
Is like no other
Will ever be
So yes, come closer
And let me see
Sarasa, colt, you make me

The czar of Edeal was of moderate stature. A two tone pelt, silver hues meshed with a lighter, predominant ivory. Mustang heritage was spotted easily, traces of ancestors appearing in his every movement. Hardy build, tough. Seemingly never becoming tired, the energizer bunny. Just keeps going and going and going. Keen and wise though having weathered few years, the youthful stag was that of ideal health, and seeming perfection. And to keep the streak going so were those closest to him; two to be exact. One never met, one cherished and loved. Sarasa, his golden angel. Petite dove of aureate, molded to a perfect sketch and frame. The two combined lines created their own specimen, a colt, one that the hessian had never witnessed. But, he must be of the same level of regalness as the sire and dam, they were in his blood. And yes, he must be that of male gender, he could sense it. Feel it. As if he was there at the time of birthing, in the seclusion. Peaceful and quiet. But yet, that was what he expected, and he was in for no surprise. Yes, what a wonderful day it had been when he had stumbled upon the doe in the claiming grounds. Fate? Perhaps, but, whatever it was, he was thankful. His life revolved around her, as he was sure hers did he. He had fretted silently when he had met up with Sarasa, not knowing what so say, what to do. Yet, now he held an air of confidence. Around anyone. She had helped him. Built his morale. He could conquer anything. Any feat, any fear. Any that lurked, and that attacked. Ah, but he also had an insistence to know everything. He need to know. He need to know where you were going. Needed to know when. Who. What. Where. Why. When. How. Answer the questions, it would be appreciated. Ah, such a busy body. So overprotective. Just part of his personality, his unique demeanor. Yes, there were pluses and minuses. You were guaranteed safe, though it could get quite irritating or annoying. You decide if you like it or not. It is your choice, your decision to make. Like him, like it. Don't like him, don't like it. Complicated, yet simple. A confusing, easy-to-grasp matter. Ah, but he ramble. Thoughts rolled on and on, droning on. Stretching out to be more important than, in fact, they were. Yes, he tended to to do this often when solo, yet in mixed company one would never know. Just a way to let the slow time pass. The time that tick tocks away. Snap back to reality. Don't let your thoughts carry you away. Now is the time. Don't miss it. This is the first time. The only time. The first chance. The only chance.

Now I see you
Can't wait any longer
The waiting must come to an end
Sarasa
I see you
Wait no longer
And with you
A foal
A colt perhaps
Such joy and glee brought to the lands
An heir to Edeal
But now that you have returned
A joyous celebration is needed
Reunion of those who desperately need to be together
Everything around is brighter
Not a dull patch
For you have returned
And that's all that matters

Splashed bronc stood aloft a steep slope, chasms of amber tintings quickly spying the femme and wee babe from a distance, labrums slipping apart as vocals produced a sweet tune, ringing out, echoing through the basin. She was here. Now. He was here. Yes, it was a colt. Must be. Salmons filtered the masculine, exotic scent swirled with a sweet, feminine aroma. Yes, them. She and he. Quiver ran through his canvas, rush of adrenaline coursing through him. This was it. Oh, but he noticed a look of somewhat distress on Sarasa's face. Perhaps the foaling had taken a toll? Wait, he had just arrived from the claiming grounds. She was probably in distraught, wondering what he had done. Well, it seemed picking up a femme was failure, the one he had courted had not shown. Yes, it surely would have been nice to pick up a banshee, for company and protection. Though, he was perfectly content with just the two of them, along with the colt. For now, soon he would have to return to those lands, bring a loner to the tropical lands of Edeal. Lush in foliage, such a wonderful place. But, the drought had struck hard. And to be caring for young, it would be hard. Tough times were ahead;possibly. Though, as he was sure the lead had heard also, the water lady may be trying to work her powers, bring an end to the horrid loss of aqua. And, the lady of lights had called a meeting upon their kind, it may be wise to go. None could live without azure for very long, this was important. Very important. Yes, that would certainly be a debated issue, whether to go or stay. Honers strung forth, jogging towards the essa, appendages rising and falling with ease. Boa curved into an arch, mug briefly rubbing against his diaphragm, banner flagged. A showy display. Low, subtle tones emitted from his proboscis, soft and gentle. Almost there. Almost with them. Almost with her. Almost with him. This was what he had been waiting for. This was his family. His herd. His harem. Small, yet more than he could ever ask for. IT would continue to grow with time, in size, stature, and power. But one thing was for sure; Sarasa would always be on top. In rank, and in affection. He was sure she could have no equal. She was his, he was hers.

So much to do
With little time
Everything flies by
When I'm with you
No time to mourn
No time to be sorrowful
There is but one emotion
Love
All that I feel
When I'm around you
No anger or disdain
No loathing or hate
Just love
And affection

Strides stopped. There, by the porcelain painted side. With the blue roan youth. Take a picture in your memory, lock it up forever. Don't forget it. Warm, lighthearted smile plastered to his mask, glint of pride in his occuli. This duo.. they were his. Almost. Truly, they were two independent creatures, but under his guard, his watch. They depended on him. They were his responsibility. First words to stumble out of his mouth in coos were. Long time no see. Auditives flicking as her words sunk in, chuckling, as did she. Grin covering his facade, he whispered quietly. I have also missed you, Sarasa. Motioning towards the minuscule being at her side, he continued. I see you had no problems in the birthing seclusion. He is perfect.. just perfect. Glance settling on the colt momentarily, contented sigh escaping his cage as he spoke once more. We have to decide a name for him, the future heir of our lands. Shuffling closer to the beloved, enamels grazing her pelt as they whisked away caked dirt and mud. Dentals nibbled gently at her withers, slow rumbles filling the air. Peace and quiet. Great. Thoughts returning to his mind,of her expression earlier and of the drought, he spoke suddenly. Sarasa, we both know of the drought. But, before we discuss that, I'd like to inform you that no one is returning with me, there is not another fem. Smile turning to a more serious expression, tone turning somewhat firmer. Anyways, this drought is a problem. As you probably know, the water lady is trying to work to bring rain. But, the lady of lights have called us to a meeting of Kemor and Aaraya's absence. The question is, should we go? The only thing stopping us is, well, the babe. What do you think, Sarasa? His words spoken were completely truthful. But, now that he had spoken of the nameless soul, his attention was focused on him. With a caring nuzzle placed on the shoulder of the queen, he turned to the foal.

We are about to meet, young one
And yes, you need a name
Something royal, gallant
For you deserve best
You are the best
You will grow strong
Your mind will wisen
Colt, you will be everything we've ever wanted
A perfect equine
To take my place someday
Though many years away
I have confidence in you
For I know you will succeed

Chuckling softly as harks caught the small voice of the blue roan, grin enveloping his features. His own did not know who he was, but how should he, they had never met. Already the stag could tell the colt was eager and confident for anything that lay ahead of him, and would soon be keen and broad. Like himself. Yes, Sarasa and himself would teach him everything they knew, their firstborn. So special. Finally, he replied to the babe. I am your sire;your father. Stepping forward, nape extended as plush ran over the fuzz of the young czar, gentle nudge placed towards his barrel. Glance shot at Sarasa, huge grin pasted to his visage. Though, already he could tell the little one would be a handful. Impatient and demanding. They would have to break the bad habits and teach the good. And they would have to keep a watchful eye. With none his age meandering aimlessly in the land, he would get bored easily, and try things that may not be the smartest ideas, but he would not know. Reprimanding in gentle, yet firm ways, never harshly. This was their first time around raising a foal, yet he wanted everything perfect. But that couldn't be so, and secretly he knew it, but would not admit it. Puzzled at what he should do first, he asked quietly. So, what would you like to do? Do you want to know anything? How corny it sounded. Lame. The words wouldn't come out right. A sigh heaved from his cage, invisible brow furrowed. Gazing again towards Sarasa, expecting an amused look to be plastered to her facials. Well, there would be many opportunities and chances for him. He needed to first bond with the nameless, then work things out. Yes, that was a plan. It would work. Cranium swing low and snatched at the stalks, ivories crushing the emerald. Yes, still lush. But for how long without water? Now the issue reentered his mind. There was a decision before the sire and dam. Report to a meeting, or stay with the offspring; or, possibly take the babe with them, but he would be exhausted, still so young. What to do?





[ooc-done.sorry for my own wait, I was trying to make it decent]

[sarasa]

ooc: -stares blankly- omgomgomg, im so sorry for not posting, i didn't even realize you had posted posting right now

[sarasa]

Every time our eyes meet
This feeling inside me
Is almost more than I can take
Baby when you touch me
I can feel how much you love me
And it just blows me away
I've never been this close to anyone or anything
I can hear your thoughts
I can see your dreams

A pale, warming light streamed along the horizon as the emerald gold and flushed oranges painted the blue yonder a beautiful scene. Smudging all into different layers of colours and hues as the two equines of sort united. The distressed, uptight faze had suddenly melted away as she seen that no one stood by his side. Auricles switched this way and that as they stood in silence upon his last words. A brief sigh of relief parted the nasal passage of the doe as he whispered his words of approval. Auriate pelt glimmered and shone as her spirits lifted, such a joy it t'was to be once again at his side. Tabiries drew to slits as her miniscule dial lay comfortably atop his spine. A low moan seeped from her parted kissers, never wanting to end the moment of unity. Momentarilly forgetting the fact that the young buck stood inquisitively beside them. Right hing cocked with ease, a moments rest couldn't hurt, would it? The flowing hymns that duplicated the songs of an angel from heaven alofted into the still atmosphere. Paper thin nares flared, as his warm breath tickled her mug. Lanterns fluttered, invisible brow cocked as her mindcavity sorted through the many names that would be suitable for their first child. Mug held slightly ajar as the possible names whispered to the mascu of tainted silver. The sweet scent of the emerald stalks still lingered on her breath, the smell enveloped the plush of the czar. Valor, which means courage. I have pondered upon many names, but this name... A brief pause in her sentence was cause as her gilded dome maneuvered to touch that of their offspring that seemed to be growing so quickly. ...this name just seems to fit him so well. Boa craned, probiscus lightly touching the mug of him. Dentals carefully caressing his whiskery plush. A warm, greatful smile seemed to appear upon her facade as she awaited any response from the large brute.

I don't know how you do what you do
I'm so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I want to spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Baby, I'm amazed by you

A gentle breeze blew through the low bassin of Edeal. Dome dropped slowly to the carpet of green, enamels teared and crushed the herbage as her sudden hunger pains returned. Yet, the parched, dry feeling was still within her maw. Little azure was to be squeezed of the carpet of green. Ooids rolled wildly in worry as she looked to Kedar. A sudden wave of panic once again flooded over the femme as she stumbled into the frame of his ivory splashed coat. M'love, I do not mean to be rude of any sort, but I do think we should leave. Now. I am only getting weaker, the sudden drought that has stricken the high lands is too much for my standards. Invisible brow furrowed as she went deep into thought. Any recollection of a way to bring back the familiar, gurgling sound that reminded her of home. Of Edeal. We must go in search of some sort of source of azule. The dehydration process will only get worse as times go on. Her tone was very serious, there was no joke in this matter. Without water, her dehydration would only get worse. Allowing the milk flow to her teats stop altogether and which would amount in the loss of their foal. Probiscus tossed violently as a sudden burst of anger flooded the mare. We. Need. To. Go. Now. The meeting with the royals can wait, afterall, some equines have taken a sudden absence. So the numbers will be very few. In the meen time, we'll go in search of water. Then, word has it that the treacherous darks are starting to thin their numbers in the claiming valley, replacing them with more of the 'labelled' lights. So I think another trip is needed dear Kedar. What do you think? Her vocals so sweet, so innocent. You couldn't possibly ignore her. Eyelashes battered towards the cremello vagabond. Basicly pleading for his word to agree on her ideas. A low, unsettling grunt rushed from the windpipe of the nymph as the still unnamed babe searched for a teat to suckle. The physique of she relaxed as he suckled to his hearts content. Now back to the matter at hand. What do you have to say?

The smell of your skin
The taste of your kiss
The way you whisper in the dark
Your hair all around me
Baby you surround me
You touch every place in my heart
Oh, it feels like the first time, every time
I want to spend the whole night in your eyes

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The petite dome of the youngling cocked at an ackward angle. Duos still remained tightly stitched to his poll as he briefly examined the physique of the larger male. So, this vagabond thinks he is the one who rules over me? Well then, we'll just see about that one won't we. Such a pathetic game these two, Sarasa & Kedar, play.Spheres rolled loosely as the vocals of Kedar flooded his mind cavity. Filling his growing senses. Tiny dentals clacked in a formal manor as he oh so rudely stepped even closer to place a nip upon the rippling pelt of his sire. Blue-roan hue shimmered in the disappearing light as his few days of life had been so crucial for learning. Ebon stub flickered this way and that across his dapple roan hide, ridding the charcoal coloured blood suckers that seemed ever so infatuated with his coat. Listnen here, Kedar, you may be my 'sire', my equal part of blood. You may have stolen the heart of my mother, but there is no way you have me fooled. Sanguine tinted pools drew to a near squint as he continued to stare down his opponent. Slowly drifting towards the safety of the lone canopies that stood in the direct center of the withering valley. Pathetic. His bold, courageous attitude would get him into quite some trouble, but he knew how to play his cards right. Another thought seemed to cross his mind, are there any other juvenile deliquants such as I? A wide grin spread across his slender facade. Well then, perhaps we'll meet some along the way of this 'so-call' search for the ever needed azure that seemed to have disappeared from the land of Lemorsea. Appendai quickly brought his dome to look to his mother. Well mummy, I think Valor is a splendid name. Now Kedar, what do you think? Petite invisible brow cocked inquisitively as he awaited the words of his sire. And no, I do not wan't to know anything, although, is there any others to commute with within these dreaded boundaries of Edeal? Fore iron extended as he scraped the geo beneath. Patience wore thin as time seemed to stand so still as if the wait would never end from the answer of the two idiots he would call his parents.

Every little thing that you do
I'm so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I want to spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Baby, I'm amazed by you

The shock of such rude comments struck the banshee off quard. Furry began to build as his cocky words continued, offspring or none, he would treat all with respect. Whether he enjoyed it or not. Amber pelt rippled as she advanced in the direction of the wee colt. Dentals revealed from their pouch as a nip struck the hide of the roan tycoon. Treat all with respect m'dear colt. For karma will change direction and come back and bite you in the ass one of these days. A disappointed sigh escaped the vixen. How could an offpring of both light, kindred spirits turn out to be so cocky and arrogant. But, then again, he didn't have to be like his parents, only act with respect. That's all she would ever ask for.
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