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Post by Dyzzie-Doll on Jun 19, 2013 21:33:22 GMT -6
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It was no lie that the stallion seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth. Slowly many of the mares had begun to leave as well, going off with other stallions, to other lands. Some even offered to let her tag along, but as always her reaction was a soft shake of the head, and her assurances that she'd wait till Var returned, and then once more join his herd. The mares would always shake their heads sadly, before leaving her on her own . . . until now, she was certain she was the only one left.
She flicked her tail lightly before beginning to trot away from her grazing spot, soon moving to the river, which was as close to an actual body of water in this area, but if she followed it long enough it'd led her to her beloved ocean, and ocean she truly adored with every fiber of her being. She kicked up her heels, racing the currents of the river, her mane streaming behind her, forelock pushed away from her face so the odd dark blaze stood out against the paler color of her cheeks, and the white markings that dotted her pelt in the varnished appaloosa pattern.
She was a beautiful creature, that much was certain. And as she ran, her mane and tail waving behind her like banners, she couldn't help but feel like the queen of queens, enjoying the feel of the wind rushing past her. She grinned as she reared mid stride, before leaping over the creek only to slide to a halt at the far away appearance of a stallion . . . a familiar looking . . . no . . . impossible! She slowly began her approach, sniffing the air and catching his scent. Truly, it was him, truly? She slowed slowly, her eyes wide as she hesitated going closer, her voice cautious, non-believing, "Var? Is . . . is it you? |
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Post by ᴛᴀᴛɪᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴀ on Jun 19, 2013 22:26:24 GMT -6
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Tendrils of yellow waved behind him like a flag, somehow seeming majestic despite the heir that hung over him. His blue eyes drew over the land, his spirit somewhat diminished by the fact that it seemed empty. He had known better than to assume that his old herd would still be here, waiting for his return. Yet, some vague hope had lingered that some would remain faithfully awaiting him. His heavy limbs drew over the lands, pink hooves slapping testily against the ground, as he inhaled the faint scents that stilled lingered. His eyes widened, their hues seeming to brighten with astonishment. His oddly colored coat seemed to tighten over his body as his muscles tensed with shock. How was it possible that anyone had remained, much less the one he smelled? She had more reason to leave him than anyone. Inhaling the scent again, a shiver ran down his spine and his limbs lifted of their own accord, pushing him over the terrain at a greater speed.
The grasses were crushed beneath his heavy body, his large hooves leaving sizable dents in the earthen floor, as he quickly sought her out. Swahili. A smile drew to his lips and he found himself reeling, as though a dozen or more emotions were curling through the pit of his stomach. Bright locks drifted languidly, as he slowed his gate and approached a nearby knoll. His massive neck was arched, his heavy skull stretched to allow him better view. Surely it couldn't be true, he mused, his aqua eyes clasping to a figure that moved in the distance. Her frame, small and feminine, moved flawlessly and gracefully over the land. Silky locks flew behind her, dancing through the air in a beautiful array of grey.
He moved toward her, unable to contain the excitement that flooded his veins. His head was high aloft his thick neck, his limbs dancing beneath him as any stallion would if he were showing off. His actions were subconscious, however, for his mind was with his eyes. They lingered on her form, as though afraid she was an apparition that would disappear if he blinked. Closer to the creeek and he was still too far away, his body longing to melt into her feminine form with relief and adoration. The closer he got toward her strangely spotted form, the harder it was to contain himself. Unable to do so any longer, he thrust himself forward, his head jerking high as he released a thick snort and closed in the distance to her.
"Swahili." He breathed in a whisper, as his form slowed and he finally felt his pelt touch her own. His heavy skull immediately arched, allowing his muzzle to trail along her cheek, grooming tenderly. He inhaled, the sharp sting of her womanly scent a sharp surprise to his system. He wanted to breath her in. To simply exist with her, if he existed at all. "I'm so sorry." He moaned on a sob, not understanding what had driven him to part with her in the first place. "I'm so sorry, love. I shouldn't have left you. Gods, I shouldn't have! I am such a damn fool!"
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Post by Dyzzie-Doll on Jun 19, 2013 22:44:39 GMT -6
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She watched him suddenly thrust forward, head jerked high, the thick snort familiar as he was instantly at her side, Swahili. She closed her eyes at the sound of her name on his muzzle, his pelt meshing with her own as his muzzled trailed along her cheek to groom it softly, and she happily leaned into him, lipping his mane softly, relieved. I'm so sorry. She blinked, startled by the moan, the sob. She pulled back enough to brush her muzzle against his forehead softly, I'm so sorry, love. I shouldn't have left you. Gods, I shouldn't have! I am such a damn fool! she stepped closer, brushing her shoulder against his as she allowed her muzzle to trail down his neck, over his back until her neck wrapped around his in the equine form of a hug, "Hush now, Varsuvius. You're here now. You're here. That's all that matters. |
[/color]" She said softly, reassuringly as she rested against him, nuzzling him softly even as she relaxed in his presence, drinking it in with a relief she wasn't expecting. He was home, " Oh, I've missed you so much . . . So very much . . . You're finally home.[/color]" Finally. [/div] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by ᴛᴀᴛɪᴀɴɴɪsᴛᴀ on Jun 21, 2013 22:54:42 GMT -6
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He couldn't fathom the dedication that had kept her here. His heart beat and unnatural rhythm in his chest, pounding against his rib-cage with the excitement that curled through his veins. Blue eyes beheld her form, sliding over her feminine curves as though he would commit every little detail to memory. Her neck curved around his own and he took the opportunity to trail his lips down in her spine gently. Her voice was just as soft as he had remembered it, her face just as kind as before. He leaned into her, his heavy frame finally relaxing as he inhaled her scent again. How could anyone smell so delicious? She smelled perfect. She felt like home.
Groaning, he pulled his head away and took a step back, tossing his head to remove his lengthy forelock from his eyes. Offering her a smile, he lowered his head and nudged her cheek playfully. "I've missed you so much, Swahili." He spoke the words quietly, his blue eyes intent on her, as though he would prove them by not looking away. Every time he took a breath his system was shocked by her scent, his body tightening like a chord and his muscles tensing. He raised his head up and peered around for a moment, as though shocked that this was really happening. His features smoothed and he heaved a sigh of relief. For a moment he had feared this would all just disappear and he would awake back in the dismal reality of solitude. Stepping toward her, he leaned his skull over he neck and pressed his chin into her shoulder to pull her tight against him.
"Come." He spoke, stepping away once more and leaning his forehead against her own. "It is hot and I'm certain we could both you some cooling off." Gods knew that he did, he thought as he stepped away from her. His feathers danced at his hocks, as he stepped toward the creek and peered back at her to make certain she was following. It would be a while before he was comfortable letting her out of his site. His heart ached at the site of her, and he wanted to reach out and touch her again. He had to remind himself that he couldn't always be touching her. But then, a devilish grin spread to his lips and he found himself making a circle around her. It was an archaic tradition that most stallions no longer followed, but she was so tempting that he couldn't help the flirtatious attitude that flowed through him. Lowering his head he his hooves rose lightly from the earth and slapped back down heavy, as he reached out and nipped her rump. "Move, woman." He growled, attempting to seem serious and failing horribly. The sparkle in his eyes would give him away, no doubt, but he crowded her rear end nudged her toward the creek the way stallions used to get mares where they wanted them.
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Post by Dyzzie-Doll on Jun 22, 2013 12:06:39 GMT -6
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She smiled as he pulled away, taking a step back, before tossing his head to remove his forelock, smiling at her before lowering her head to nudge her cheek in a playful method, I've missed you so much, Swahili. She smiled in return, lipping his forelock in a soft, playful way, before watching him look around for a moment, before stepping towards her, lay his skull over her neck, using his chin against her shoulder to pull her to him. She happily side stepped against his body, nuzzling her face into his mane, breathing in his scent, and letting it waft over her, cloaking her once again as his. Come. He said with a step away, his forehead leaning against hers, It is hot and I'm certain we could both you some cooling off. She smiled, nodding as she followed him happily, giggling at his peering back, before tilting her head to see him suddenly circle, reaching out to nip her rump, Move, woman. Instantly her gaze turned playful and cheeky as she immediately halted, smirking at him, , letting him nudge her, only moving a step or two with each nudge, "Nudge me again, Var, and we'll see if I move even a little. |
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