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| Your Secrets, I Promise to Keep; Laurel, open | |
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| Topic Started: Jun 13 2012, 01:58 PM (51 Views) | |
| Przewalski | Jun 13 2012, 01:58 PM Post #1 |
Seller of Churros
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Otheos Crystal blue eyes over looked the crashing of the waves of the shoreline with a gentle expression and a harden weariness from having grown up for the nearly two years, in the wilderness of Kormada, away from herd life and his former princely title as one of Viral's many heirs. His third birthday, the day he could finally put a solid claim on Laurel and forever mark her as his, was fast approaching, and yet he knew there was a chance he would have to fight at some point in time. He would have to fight for land or if it came down to it, he would have to fight either Cian or Diego for Laurel. He was surprised they were this lucky at not having been discovered together yet, but he was unsure how ambitious Cian was when it came to collecting mares he was promised, or even if Laurel's sire believed her still alive or even worth pursuing. There was a soft sea breeze blowing in from the shore line that gently ruffed his nearly pure white mane. He had only mild black coloration in between his ears leading to part of his forelock to be black in color as well, but it too faded to a pure white. He was a rather handsome fellow, having pulled more of a subtle color from his dam more than his sire. He was a silver black grullo coloration, but a near maximum white thanks to his sire's lines of hiding various white patterns that seemingly have come together to make him a flawless white save for tuffs of light, barely noticeable coloration on his chest that was nearly invisible to the naked eye, his face with the strange oval like shapes that mirror each other on either side of his muzzle and the medicine hat marking that blanketed his ears. He is close to his final height of 15.2 hands, and the boyish look of youth is only a gentle suggestion upon his features. He had awoke before Laurel and decided to enjoy the early morning hours watching prime's rays stretch above the wild seas, his mind clouded with thoughts. The thoughts were the usual what-if scenarios that seem to plague his young mind. The ideas of courting mares as he turned three years old, would he become a young father or would he wait a few seasons to add his own children to the Chronic legacy. He was terribly unsure what would happen, but he knew whatever the case, he would have Laurel still with him regardless. |
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| Spontaneous !? | Jun 15 2012, 02:18 PM Post #2 |
The way life should be
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Laurel The world dawned with a slow peace on the almost three year old filly. Her midnight blue eyes blinked rapidly she slowly emerged from her tranquil sleep. The filly had grown into herself quiet nicely, her form was a surprising warmblood shape seeing as how much draft she had in her bloodlines. The filly elegantly got to her feet and stood for a minute or two trying to make sense of the world around her in her still sleep clouded brain. The first thing she had registered when she had woken up this morning was that the warm solid presence of her love was no longer by her side, this did not frighten her as it might have before. She knew he was somewhere close by and that he had not left her. A small beautiful smile registered on her well structured face. Laurel in the recent months had gone through a growth spurt of sorts and now stood just a bit taller that her love Otheos. She stood at 15.3 and needed only a smidge more to completely fill out her 16.0hh potential. Much was on Laurels mind as she walked quietly along the path Otheos had traveled not so long before. She was bothered by a little niggle of a reminder that things would not always be the way they were at the present. The fact that Otheos was so close to turning three both saddened her and made her happier than she could ever think possible. On his third birthday he was finally able to lay claim on her and make her his forever and that she could not wait for the there was another less than stellar event that came with the three year old marker. If he could claim her that also meant that he could claim others as well. This troubled Laurel more than she wanted to admit. There would be no more mornings where they would just be together just Otheos and herself in each others quiet company. No more peaceful chats or falling asleep by his side. No, there would be other mares for him to attend to and on top of that there would be the land he must watch over like any sensible stallion must do. A slightly troubled expression hardened the normally soft lines of the pretty fillies face. She did not even want to think about what might happen to Otheos if he went in to battle against her father for fear she might have a panic / anxiety attack. Laurel shook all the what-if's out of her brain she must not think about them now she had a feeling that she must cherish her remaining alone time with Otheos while she still could. Laurel tilted her face up to the warm but faint winter rays of the primes rays. She opened her eyes as she broke out of the foilage of the shoreline and onto the beach for which this place was named. Her well proportioned head swiveled around looking for Otheos the one who had befriended her from the beginning who had been there for her. She caught his form in the corner of her eye and turned to walk to him her gait a gentle feminine thing that had developed over the long but blissful months they had spent together. The sight of him erased all worry from her features and a smile dominated her expression. She came up beside him and gently nuzzled his neck. She stood there for a few minutes taking in his scent the and warmth that radiated off of him. She smiled to herself before she spoke. "I figured you would be out by the ocean" her voice which had matured from the high tones of youth into the soft soprano tones of a mare were relaxed and tender. She loved him so much and she would fight to death before anyone could take her away from him. Laurels gruello frame pressed gently against his as she enjoyed his quiet company. She would miss moments like these, but she would not delude herself once he turned three there would be precious little time for just the two of them together but at least she had him, if thats all she could claim at least she had him. Laurel blew a soft breath from her nares and watched the cloud of steam disipate in the brisk morning air. "Otheos what will happen when you turn three where will we go?" She already knew part of the answer but wanted to hear it from him as well. Laurel waited long enough for the stallion she love much to respond before she spoke to him in honest tones. "I do not care where we go or where we choose to live I want to let you know I will always be there I wont ever leave, just as you never left me when I needed you." Her heart was pounding just a little and she wanted him to know just how much she cared for him. Then in quiet tones she spoke "I love you Otheos with everything I have to give... I love you" She kept her eyes on the ground as she waited for his reaction to her declaration but remained close to his side her breathing matching his. Edited by Spontaneous !?, Jun 15 2012, 02:23 PM.
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| Przewalski | Jun 24 2012, 06:50 AM Post #3 |
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Seller of Churros
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Laurel's comforting voice lured him from his turbulent thoughts over the future, as he turned his head to watch her approach. He had to admit to himself silently, that she was growing into a beautiful mature mare, and he wondered what she saw in him, besides the freedom of being away from being sold to Cian as a brainless toy. It was a section of dark politics he would never understand. Why stallions gave up their daughters to terrible allies that wanted pretty little creatures to use for their own sick enjoyment. Did this make him more neutral in thought? Did this mean he was a failed dark prince, well fallen prince, since his sire casted him out of his homeland and birthright? He inspects her grullo frame as it brushed against his near white frame gently. He could feel her sigh as she breathed out, it was mute but it was still there. Something was troubling the grullo, but before he could ask her, she let her thoughts and questions flow briefly; seemingly troubled also by the coming of their three year old birthdays. The prospect of becoming a real family and not just two young foals trying to figure out how to live in the cold unfeeling world of this little planet. A fallen prince and a little filly formerly destined to be traded off as a slave to a former ally, what a strange pair they make. Her words sound fearful of something, like she might potentially lose him after all when they become adults. He was unsure what made her fear. Was it the fact that she would no longer be his only mare, nor only lover in his life? After all, he could not see claiming mares he did not having feelings for. He did not want to be like his sire and keep mares around that might not necessarily want to be with him, or make them feel ignored and shunned. However, he realized after this short years why his father banished him. His mother broke his father's heart and did not see that she did, nor would she ever. His blue hued eyes soften at the distress in Laurel's voice; clearly he was not alone in thinking of the future. He pulls away softly, so he can reposition his form. He gently drapes his predominately white head and neck over her grullo shoulders and pulls her close to his chest in an equine like embrace, if she allows it. If she allows to be pulled against his more muscular form, he waits for her to snuggle against him or make herself comfortable in his embrace before speaking. "I love you as well, Laurel, and nothing will change that. I promise. However, I do have to claim over mares for the herd, that way, if Cian or your sire comes for you, I could possibly give them an incentive to let me keep you, that is not our own offspring. I refuse to give up a future daughter. But, we will find some place to live, I promise." He just hoped he would be able to keep all of his promises. |
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