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Post by Tassle on Jun 17, 2007 15:52:05 GMT -5
Painted stallion hobbled his way into his terr. Dicolored bod supported injured fae. Pistons carefully carried the two into his land. A few butterflies surrounded them, as if offering their services. Soft breeze blew, cooling lord's pelt. Multicolored flowers beconed to him to rest.
Here we are. He announced happily. He prayed his belle would like it here. The pair moved to a small bundle of flowers, where stallion lay her to rest. Are you thirsty? He asked, tone of voice wondering both that and if she was alright.
(bah, still no muse)
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Post by Sphynx on Jun 18, 2007 14:58:53 GMT -5
A expression showed said so much, damsel lay down with heavy movements. Sigh escaped and tendrils closed, just the little tour had made her exhausted. Sono realmente fuori forma. Mind released the thought inside, slight smile appeared upon kissers. Chestnut flower shone like bronze where she lay upon the bed of flowers. Some would think the damsel was dead, but barrel moving steadily showed the oposite. Life was taking it's pressure form her, but it didn't dare to go any futher, the damsels lifeline was still long.
Heavy mane blew lightly floating over the flowers, a beauty with a broken heart was never easy to understand. Nothing was shown upon her expression, it was tranquil almost like she was in deep sleep. Sigh escaped and cranium was lifted and tendrils looked up at the steed. Faint smile was shown upon kissers while she spoke yet stuttering lightly.
You've d-done too m-much Lord Dissolve. [/b] Truth was revealed in tendrils while she spoke. Symphony was still soft while the damsel looked up. She still wondered why he was so nice to her? She was a worthless damsel and yet here a handsome paint stud came and took her in? Something felt both wrong and right and it made her borh confused and unsure of what to do[/blockquote][/center][/size][/color]
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Post by Tassle on Jun 19, 2007 14:53:04 GMT -5
Wind rustled stag's tresses as he stood over the belle. Heart sank, his worry running deep for the fae. She seemed so small in the large bed of flowers. Her movements seemed like that of one near death, yet there was so much life remaining in her orbs. She seemed so relaxed, yet at the same time, so tense. Brute could relate. He couldn't match her feelings exactly, no one would most likely ever come near what she felt. But he knew what it was to feel at home, yet out of place. To feel safe, yet insecure.
Dicolored pistons folded steadily as bod lowered to the ground next to her. Barrel made a soft thunk as it connected with the ground. It rolled slightly to the side...he had never been one to rest gracefully. His muscles always seemed to wish to put up a fight when he lay down. Auds twitched as a dandilion's seed planted itself in his hair. Now removed of the nuisance, attention turned to the vix who had spoken to him.
I have barely done anything, milady. He said. All I have done yet is what any decent soul would do.
Orbs watched her, puzzled. He, as far as he knew, had only offered her safety and a place to stay. Anyone would have done that for a fem such as her. He prayed that he could do more...could help her heal from the physical, and mental, wounds dealt to her. He hoped that he could help her break out of the stone walls that confined her.
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Post by Sphynx on Jun 19, 2007 15:53:08 GMT -5
Cranium followed the lords movements, everything was followed and she knew he was worried. Arche moved and monument rolled lightly, she connected her body with his while arche lowered upon the gras again. He had done much more then what others had, she knew that much, even the feathers and petals chose to connect with her breath. Life was looking forward upon the damse, but would he really give her a chance? No one could make the other fall in love with you, but was she falling for him? Sigh escaped and tendrils closed, breath was yet steady and slow while thought made up it's mind. If he already had a Queen she would deal with it, a one sided love would be something new, but why thinking about this all the time? It confused her as well as it angered her.
Your wrong Lord Dissovle. You have given me a chance to maybe fall in love again, and a chance to ease and heal my broken heart and soul. I hope you know that your task won't be easy..? [/b] Cranium lifted once again as symphony was spoken. The tone was soft and warm, but you could see that she was still sad. It hurt much because of her loss, even at the young age of 4 this damsel had fallen in deep love. Now she was all alone, and didn't even know how to survive anymore. Locks of the shade of shimmering fire played forward hiding glistering tendrils. Cranium dropped upon his neck softly, her maw of silk was smooth and light as a feather. The light nudge was soon over, just the touch was hard for her, but you could give her the credit of still trying hard.[/blockquote][/center][/size][/color]
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Post by Tassle on Jun 23, 2007 15:57:06 GMT -5
Crown returned the gentle nuzzle. Muzzle remained resting on belle's nape. Auds flicked slightly, forelock falling in stag's eyes with the sudden movement. Sorrow hid in his orbs. She was so young...had so much of a life to lead...and she was reduced to the frightened beauty that had been through so much. Everything that had happened to her seemed to rule her existance. All the pain and fright she had experienced reflected in the tenseness in her muscles. All the worry and sorrow morphed and manipulated her lyrics. It was all too much for her to handle.
I know it will not be, and I know I may never fully succeed. But anything that gives you the chance at another happiness...another chance at life...is worth the risks. He whispered.
Nothing would stop this stallion from his goal...healing her shattered mind and body. She was in no way deserving of what had happened to her. What she deserved, he prayed he could give her. The chance to love, the chance to live, the chance to be what she in the past could only dream of. He knew that there was the risk of unsuccess. He knew that he could do the opposite of his goal if not careful. He knew that he had to try.
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Post by Sphynx on Jun 23, 2007 16:08:48 GMT -5
Harks flickered listening to his whisper. Tiara moved letting tendrils looked at him. A soft sparkle that many had never noticed was shown. It was the sparkle of hope that she was still keeping. Lips was still touching his until breath slowed to it's normal speed again. Sighe scaped and the damsel leaned a bit more against him. She knew she was thirsty, but she didn't want to leave his warmth. It was the warmth that seemed to welcome her, that seemed to show the true hope, making her want to fight forward. She didn't notice the guards that was within te shadows, her tendrils was looking into his, her firery coat got it's soft touch back, this was all that had happened, but it was enough to give her hope that he would make it.
"I have the hope the fact that you will succed your goal, if you try hard enough Dissolve. And if you want we can go to the lake, but somehow it is teh heart you should listen to." [/b] The tunes held a soft symphony while she spoke. When a sudden motion was filling lips. It had been faint but the smile had been there. Banner flickered caressing his flanks with hers, somehow she almost felt home here, but she felt sorry for him whom needed to handle with so much. It seemed like one of the damsels where pregnant but couldn't talk, the other one seemed to be blind, and then it was her, the one being torn and to pathetic to think of others. She felt bad and selfish with these thoughts and it made her almsot down.[/blockquote][/center][/size][/color]
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Post by Tassle on Jun 23, 2007 16:16:24 GMT -5
(can't my stallion get a normal mare? lol, jk. though it is quite strange. i haven't had a stallion claim a mare with any problems like these since i first started RPing, and my first stallion on here gets three, each with their own obstacle to overcome. lol. crap...i have to go. dinner time. i will post when i get back on, k? )
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Post by Sphynx on Jun 23, 2007 16:21:17 GMT -5
OoC: Never played a mare with these problems either, she reminds me of me hehe, but I'll wait upon your reply just sending sms with a friend of mine hehe...and getting teased by itXP
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Post by Tassle on Jun 26, 2007 12:15:17 GMT -5
(bah! no muse! terribly sorry. i will post as soon as i can.)
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Post by Tassle on Jun 28, 2007 16:04:59 GMT -5
Dicolored muzzle rested on fem's nape. Veleveteen nostrils breathed in quietly, taking in her unique, heavenly scent. Roses. Roses and wind. He would never forget that scent. It was, of everyone he had known, his favorite. There was nothing that smelled as wonderful as the wind...so wild and free, and always different.
I know. He smiled softly. I have something I need to ask you... He paused. Was this the right thing to do? Was she ready? Did she trust him enough? Should she trust him? He barely knew what he was doing anymore. Let's go to the lake first. He stalled. He wasn't sure how to ask her, and he certainly needed to find out the right way to word it. He didn't want to make himself sound like some crazed fool who wanted to have a child with every mare as soon as he got her, but he loved her. And he wanted to have a foal with her more than anything.
Quietly, regretfully, stag lifted his muzzle off of her cashmere-like neck. Her soft, silky hairs brushed against him one last time, before he turned slightly and took a step towards the largest lake in his terr. For a moment, he paused, waiting for her to follow. A moment was all he needed. Memories coursed through his mind like the river feeding the lakes.
His first foal. He was a father, for the first time. Soft grey mare was just on the horizon. Her dappled crown was held neutral, conserving as much energy as she could. She needed it. After all, birthing was never easy. Beside her, a small replica of Dissolve wobbled along, trying out his new legs. Ungraceful wouldn't have been a long or descriptive enough word to, well, describe him. It seemed impossible, the way he was leaning to the side, and yet at the same time leaning to the other. Excited beyond words, Dissolve half-reared and bound towards his family. Unsure of what to do, his dial raised and lowered sparatically, nuzzling first his fem, then his son, then his mare again, and back to the colt. He asked what his child's name was. The speckled mare gave no answer. Instead, she snorted and trotted away. Confused, Dissolve followed after her, shadowed by his little one. The femme stopped abruptly, casting him a hateful glance. If looks could kill, he would be six feet under.
Your son isn't as pure as you promised he would be. She spat. Still confused beyond reason, brute could only cock his cranium and look at the prancing child. He wasn't deformed in any way. There seemed be nothing physically, nor mentally, wrong with him. His Arabian blood sparkled like a gem, the only hint of his grandfather's paint blood being in his color. Optics turned back to the mare, but she was gone. Both boys frantic, they bolted. Dissolve called over and over for her. Finally, just below a steep grade, they found her. She was laying down. Fearing the worst, hessian lept, talons skidding in the dirt. He came to a halt in front of his fae, who's dial jolted upwards. Surprised, he stepped back, tripping over the little one who had followed.
Milove...what's going on? He begged. What was wrong with her? Birthing a child couldn't be that traumatic! To just run away and hide at the base of a cliff!
He's a mute! Bruja burst into tears. Dissolve just looked on. What was wrong with not being able to speak? It wasn't something one should be that upset over. I mean, it wasn't the foal's fault anyway. It was...wait...How did it happen? He asked cautiously. I didn't mean to do it! She screamed. Everything was fine! But, he looked so much like you...he didn't have my coloring! Not a hint! And he has your personality already! All he got from me was build, and I'm not even sure about that! So... She took a breath. I just...it was stupid...I got mad and...and I kicked him. It wasn't hard! I didn't think anything would happen! It's just...you kept saying how he would look like me...be as beautiful as me...and yet here he is, looking exactly like you! He even has that white spot behind his ear like you do! Lo and behold, there it was. A perfect circle of white, right in the center of the back of the cherub's left hark. Dissolve had always been fond of markings like that, especially his. He didn't know why, it just sort of...defined him. If anything was wrong, he would think of his spot and remember that he was unique, and special in a way.
Quiet ensued. Swelling was visible on the colt's nape. The distinct shape of a small, Arabian hoof.
Memories faded into reality. His champagne vix was next to him. A small tear trickled down his cheek. He prayed it was unnoticed. Luckily, that had only happened once. But, he had only had one colt. What if something was wrong with his next colt? Was he cursed to have injured, scarred colts all his life?
He was getting ahead of himself. He had only had one colt, and three fillies. All three fillies had been birthed to sane mares, and two had carried his coloring. All were fine. What were the chances of his second colt suffering a fate like his first? Besides, his colt had succeeded in life...however short it was. Subconsiously, he nodded. This was right. She would be a wonderful mother...if she wanted to of course. (um...yah...i'm having a muse-a-paloosa today. lol.)
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Post by Sphynx on Jun 29, 2007 2:43:19 GMT -5
Larks moved listening to his tunes, she raised up with ease following him until he halted. The tear sprinkeling down made nape moved nudging it away. Was it a memory from the past? Lips cruved lightly not as a smile, it gave the firery damsel a puzzeled look in stead. Tiara was tossed lightly shading fire moved into sunlight letting it sparkle. Her silky straws caressed his sides softly, the female nudged her loved ones neck. She had the feeling of what his question would be, but was she ready enough? She knew he already had a foal, but wouldn't this just be a nuisance for him? The fae knew he had told her he loved her, but did he really mean it? She was still doubting it, but didn't dare telling him it.
"Try to forget about the past Love. I try, and the memorizes has faded more. If you doubt what you want to think or say, then tell any of the ones you love, don't keep it inside, it will hurt your soul." [/b] The fae felt herself getting ripped by these words, she couldn't even tell him what she felt. Fem looked at the painted steed softly, she knew he wouldn't feel hated in this herd. Yet why did she unwanted here? Somehow she didn't feel loved, neither that the others where friendly, or what? She didn't just get confused by her own words, she got sad as well. Tiara moved nudging the steed away before talons moved forward hoping the lake wasnæt far from them.[/blockquote][/center][/size][/color]
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Post by Tassle on Jun 29, 2007 12:35:24 GMT -5
Emperor nodded a silent thank you. Most of his past had not been one to be ashamed of, nor one to fear. He had had those few...interesting...mares, but who hadn't? But, his faes now, they were amazing, wonderful belles, and he was blessed to have them. Especially Silhouette. Though she was quiet, she was reassuring, and comforting. She knew just how to make him feel better, whether fem was aware of it or not.
The lake is right ahead. He informed her. Dial motioned to a small hill blocking their view. Go over that, and they were practically in his favorite reservoir.
Soft grasses brushed against his stilts as he walked on. Stag took in a shaky breath...this was it. He was going to ask her, and pray that she wouldn't be offended.
Milove, He started hesitantly. Lyrics grew almost unnoticably stronger as he spoke, as he became more sure that this was the right thing to do. Do you want to have a foal? Deep orbs looked at her lovingly, assuring her in their own silent way that it was up to her, and he would not be offended by any answer she gave.
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Post by Sphynx on Jun 29, 2007 13:26:52 GMT -5
Harks flickered lightly, no surprise entered her mind, but the damsel felt warm inside by his question. Lips curved softly into a smile, lips burshed against his arche softly. Jems closed while wind blew firery silk hiding her emotions. No sigh, not a sound was released from her, the damsel was thinking. Am I really ready? My heart hasn't heald, neither has it melted fully. Wouldn't I just abandon it when I'm like that? But I want one, it will be my best connection between me and Dissovle, but wouldn't I just be one of his babymachines then? Thousand questions entered mind, and everything seemed so right yet so wrong. The firery beauty stomped the ground getting back to reality. This was nonsens, here she was, a damsel of fire in love with a steed that wanted her foal. Why couldn't she just say yes? But inside she knew one thing, Kumiko was still on her mind, she still felt like she was abandoning their true and sweet love. This was the first and not the last time she felt crushed in between two horses. One was alive and had said he loved her, the other one was dead and she already knew he loved her deeply. Why couldn't life be any better for her? What had she done to be so cruel? Every question lead to another, it confused her more then make any sense. Maiden halted dead in her tracks, wind pulled not only her trigger, but also the only thing that kept her on the ground. Memorizes filled mind heavily, pictures flashed, and soon the flashback was there.
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"Ha! Lei non può prenderme ama." A elegant voice was released within the meadow. A firery beauty of the age 2 cantered forward, her quarter line showing in every muscle. Not far behind was a handsome arabian steed, his colour shaded into bay while he cantered behind. Both youngsters reared and played until they vanished into darkness. The lake wasn't far from their sight, speed slowed into walk as they entered. Drawing sirkels by their body, bodyheat was challenging each other when they touched, both youngster was near each other. Napes where touching softly while jems where always into each other. The two bliss touched when foreheads touched. Whom could've thought someone would be in love in this age? Nipping the young colt lightly banner flickered up and the firery beauty trotted forward. A dump was heard when she walked into something, the black shire moved forward with no hesitation. "Lei avrà il mio puledro lei sa che lei farà la femmina. Adesso venire, non pensare il suo valore un puledro come ciò." Young damsel backed away, but was soon taken in the older steeds grasp. His pillars digged into her arche when he tryed to mount her, but only to feel the pain of crimson run down his hind. Someone was biting him, and that hard...
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Damsel snapped her gaze away, no tears was released, but she felt them push. Great, I just talk about leaving the past be and then it comes to me. A hopeless state filled her frozen heart, the question from Dissolve was suddenly repeating in her mind yet again. Wind found it's cruel point and blew forelocks away from her sparkling jems. The choco colour was amazing when it glittered lightly, Dancer looked at Dissolve softly. Lips moved with calm movements, the maiden had decided. If she was ready or not wasn't a matter anymore, she wanted to carry his foal, even if it wasn't his first born. She just hoped that the foal would be as perfect as her beloved, or have the same colour as any of them.
"I would love to Dissolve, but are you sure you can handle three foals?"
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Post by Tassle on Jun 29, 2007 13:43:40 GMT -5
Stag watched her solemnly as she stood. The patience in his nature gleamed as he waited. There was no need to rush her. Obviously, this would be a hard decision for her. One of her pistons stamped the ground. Dial jerked slightly at the surprise, but he remained quiet. She was going to say no, wasn't she? Had she been offended by his question? He didn't mean for her to be.
However, fae remained quiet. Her expression sagged slightly, crown dipping just a tad. Dicolored crainium cocked slightly, wondering what she was thinking. Perhaps, judging by the look she was casting, it was a memory. Or maybe she was just thinking deeply. Dissolve was no psychic, so he dare not speak in fear of jolting her too quickly back to reality...if it was indeed a memory.
Before a full minute had passed, fem seemed to snap back to reality. Her orbs looked deep into his, and he returned the glance willingly. Her lyrics, though what he had hoped to hear, sounded sharp, as though she were scolding. Was she...angry with him? Of course she it. He thought. You went about it far too quickly, you idiot.
I think I can. He said gently. He was sure he could. The most foals he had had at one time was two, but three wouldn't be a problem. The more the merrier. By the look in fem's optics, something was wrong. She wasn't thinking as clearly as she normally would, and so he let the twinge of pain pass.
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Post by Sphynx on Jun 29, 2007 14:12:42 GMT -5
Firery chest didn't arche that much anymore, breath was slowing. Crest moved when cranium was tossed lightly in the air. She already knew how he had reacted and it didn't hurt her, she knew it wasn't what he wanted, but life was in the line now. A deep breath was made with ease, she needed to calm her nerves until she would speak again. Harks twisted towards the steed calmly listening to his words. She didn't know what to speak of anymore, she still felt bad for the way she was behaving and knew what to tell him.
"I'm sorry for my behaviour Lord. I just..don't know what to do with my life anymore..." [/b] Damsel hesitated to do anything more, she wanted to nudge him, wanted to be near but felt so distant to everyone this time of year. Not only that, but she wasn't in heat either, maybe something was wrong with her? What a surprise. The sarcastic tone in her mind wanted to spit out, but she ignored it, Dancer didn't want her love..no her lord to be sad just because of her, it didn't feel right at all. Instead she remained silent and listened to his words. Would he be confused by her nature?[/blockquote][/center][/size][/color]
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