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In the tales of old, there once was a land. A land of legend, it was said, that was a table cloth upon a table; so high that it was part of the heavens themselves. Protecting the land were treacherous cliffs, steep inclines and tor upon rocky tor. Select few actually knew of the safe paths into the land, and those that found their way, were considered to be blessed by fate herself.
The land itself was one of beauty mystery and magic, filled with creatures and plants as old as the very land they walked upon. The mere sight of life in this land would have startled most old worlders, for it contained creatures like none other.
Lost Without You « Thread Started on Oct 10, 2008, 11:27pm »
The steel grey fae re-entered her land, oh so cold. She trembled, eyes wide with sheer terror. They could not find her here, she could think of no other place but this. Scars, blood and traces of other liquids criss-crossed her pelt, the once lovely banner now torn out in chunks and scraggly tail hung low and limp. The once beautiful and confident mare was reduced to a shivering, weeping wreck, who had lost much of her body condition. She smelt a reassuring smell, of her dear Rosencrantz. She wished just to be near him again, to feel safe. Her pace quickened, all she wanted to do was scream. Over the peak, she saw her family, her only protectors. The mare screamed, beads of tears rolling down the porcelain face. How could she ever explain what had happened? Would he still feel the same about her as he did for those months ago? The mare gulped. What if he had moved on to another mare? She may as well surrender herself to them right then and there. Her pillars pushed forwards, and closer to Rosen. She stopped meters infront of him, and stared, before rushing over to her savior, weeping of pure terror. Her nose was buried into his fine shoulder, whispering through the tears.
Re: Lost Without You « Reply #1 on Oct 12, 2008, 4:57pm »
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
It was a fine day at the Plain of the Clouds; a light breeze brushed past its few occupants, tickling their faces and moving their manes and tales. Tiny waves rippled across the surface of the azure lake at the center of the territory, not at all disturbing the ducks floating on it.
Rosencrantz raised his head from grazing and took a deep whiff of the fresh summer air. He may have lost the one he loved, but it had been long enough ago that he had accepted it now. She had been the first mare that chose him over his charming brother and she had ended up leaving. It was an accident, he knew, but it hurt anyway - like a large thorn wedged in his delicate heart.
His brown eyes scanned across the horizon, not searching for anything in particular, just watching the goings on of the territory. His scan came to a sudden stop as his eyes touched on a small speck on the horizon. From such a distance, he couldn't tell what it was at first, but as the minutes wore on, the speck moved closer and closer, its form being gradually revealed. It was another horse, though he wasn't sure that he knew it; it was too far away to tell.
Guildenstern raised his large head from the ground, eyes locking on his twin. The more charming of the two studs had been so absorbed in his own romantic thoughts that he hadn't noticed how long his brother had paused in his grazing. Ever since Belleza left, Rosencrantz had taken to watching the horizon. Guildenstern wasn't sure if his brother even realized his new habit. It hurt him to see his twin aching so - neither of them had ever "fallen in love" before Belleza. It didn't seem nearly as romantic as before now that Guildenstern had seen what it could do to a soul.
Rosencrantz's heart seemed to stop in his chest as the scream raced across the wind. The voice seemed so familiar, but he couldn't be sure. He hadn't known the steel grey mare for very long, considering his love for her. He took one step forward, ears tilted in the direction of the other horse, muscles as taught as the skin on a drum. The large stud's nostrils flared wide with every breath as he attempted to get a whiff of the other equine: could it be?
Guildenstern watched as, in a flurry of action, the draft mare rushed up to his awed brother, blubbering as she did so. Belleza buried her nose in Rosen's large shoulder, seeking some sort of support from him.
"It's okay," Rosencrantz muttered. "It's fine! I just... you're so... what happened? Who did this?! I will have their heads." Rosencrantz was caught up in a hurricane of emotions: joy, anger, sorrow, fear and a little more joy.
Re: Lost Without You « Reply #2 on Oct 13, 2008, 7:07am »
Cavalla di Bezella
She pushed her velveteen nose deeper into the crack of his muscular shoulder, tears washing over the bay pelt, shimmering like a thousand diamonds. Her breath came in shaky, shallow sweeps. She removed her crown, and stood back a little to face her saviour. Sucking in her fear, she began the fateful tale of what pulled her away from her lover. Bele's voice was quivering, but she had to hold it together. "I-t was h-horible. I-I was in a wa-ar, a big one. There-e was so much blood, so much fighting. I-I wanted it all to end so bad. But they k-kept me h-hostage, a k-kings..." The blue mare paused, looking to the skies for support. Looking to Saturn, wondering what she should do next. Even the thought of her tourture made her wince. A lone tear trickled down her maw. No, she had to continue. For Rosen's sake. Her thoughts and gaze returned to the twin. "I was the king's personal t-toy. I-I was told to obey him, or I would b-be released for the-the rest of them to use. I-I had to obey, th-they'd kill me if I didn't. He was so rough, he-he didn't care th-that he was hurting m-me. I-I was treated li-like trash. A-and one day it ha-happened." Di Belleza paused, a soft whine eluding her maw. What came next was so painful, she could barely come to terms with it. Somehow, she had the strength to continue. "He came b-back from the-the war, taking a break. He was angry, so-so he called for mm-e. He was so cruel, so harsh. A-and it h-hurt so bad. I collapsed, it was to hard. And th-the last thing I-I saw was h-his evil smile. The next week o-or so I wa, well, sick. A-and the-then I found out." She didn't want to recall the next memory. It hurt so bad. She couldn't disguise it for any longer. She just needed to tell him, and hope for the best. She looked to her midsection, biting her lip, tears welling once more. In a soft voice she revealed her horible nightmare.
"Rosen, he's gotten me pregnant..."
The draft couldn't take it any longer. She sunk to her knees, weeping. She was with foal, to a monster. A monster she never wanted to see again.
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Re: Lost Without You « Reply #3 on Oct 13, 2008, 5:48pm »
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Guildenstern watched and listened in awe. Sure, he somewhat resented his brother for stealing the heart of the first mare to cross their paths in this strange land; because that meant he had also stolen the title of High King of the territory. His word was final - not Guild's. At this moment, though, Guild couldn't hold onto that spark of anger he had retained for so many months. Like a candle caught in a gale, the spark blew out and left a pitiful excuse for a charmer in its place. Every muscle in Guildenstern's body was limp, as strange as it was. His head hung low and his coat almost seemed to lose the lustre it always held. The story left him feeling used and abused - as if it was he and not Bell that had been held captive.
It took Rosencrantz a few moments to form some words after the tale had ended. It always took him a few moments to do so, but the silence this time was excruiciating. His eyes glazed over and he seemed to stare off at a far off land, making eye contact with an evil tyrant of a king. The thought of killing the foal before it touched the ground crossed his mind, but then he envisioned an innocent little face, new to the world. He could have said he was torn, but it would have been a lie.
Sighing, the stud lowered himself to his knees, trying to get a good look at Bell's weeping eyes. For a moment, he just kneeled there, completely shocked by the fact that his queen looked so beautiful despite the abuse. "First thing is first; we must figure out what to do with the foal. It is entirely your choice, dear," he said, "But I don't think I could... I mean, if you wanted me to..." The large bay stud trailed off.
Guildenstern, sensing his brother's need of some support, also lowered himself to the ground, though it was somewhat hesitantly. His gorgeous coat had just been tidied up with a swim in the lake that morning. "I think Rosen is trying to figure out if he should destroy the foal. I am not a sentimental stallion and nor is he, but I think we both agree that seems to be a horrendous task. However, we'd do what we had to for you. The foal is not to blame for what its father did to you, though, and it has as much a right to live as any of us three. What do you say, should we choose to let nature take its course and see if the foal will survive on its own?"
Re: Lost Without You « Reply #4 on Oct 14, 2008, 10:31am »
Cavalla di Bezella
The slate mare felt his eyes stare into her. It was as if he were staring into her soul, trying to figure out what went wrong with his beautiful mare. She inhaled deeply, the tears finaly coming to an end. On her journey to the magical lands of the lords and ladies, she had decided what to do with the demon's offspring. The fae had thought long and hard, part of her wanting to purposeflly miscarry the beast, or kill the child the moment it was born. BUt that sent her into a spiral of thoughts, thinking that it was not the youngling's fault that it was put here on the earth. Nor had it done anything wrong. The mare smiled breifly, before coming to the best part of her thoughts. Even if it killed her, she had vowed under a blanket of black, with tiny white dots peircing through it, that she would kill the monster who did this to her. She wanted to feel her hooves smash into his unworthy skull, feel his poisionous blood drip down her forelegs. She didn't care how she did it, but she knew that the evil stag would die by her hands.
As the horse snapped back into reality, she heard the calming voices of Rosen and Guilderstern. She nodded, before begining to speak. "On my way here, I decided what to do with the child. I wanted to kill it so bad when I found out, but another part of my mind told me that it was not it's fault that it's father was a moron."Belle stopped momentarily, a stragely bit of mane flopping over an eye. She moved it, and began to speak again. To the observer, the mare would only seem a few months along, but the draft had been counting. She was nearly due, for it had been three seasons exactly since she "fell". "My foal will not, and I repeat, will not be like it's idiotic sire. It will be bought up in the best of company, with his caring Uncle, and his amazing Father." She rose unsteadily, and felt a small movement deep within her. Slowly and gently, she manouvered herself to Rosen, her love. She pressed her midsection to the stag, and lay her head across his back. Everything was hopefully, gunna be alright...
Re: Lost Without You « Reply #5 on Oct 14, 2008, 3:51pm »
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Rosencrantz just knelt there, lost for words. He wanted to comfort her as he watched the mare, sensing a thought process churning in her troubled head. He had never been a stallion of words; Guildenstern covered that category. He wasn't even sure if she needed words or if she needed him to be quiet. The bay stud turned to look at his twin for some guidance, but Guildenstern also seemed unsure of his next action. This was not the sort of thing that happened often in horse culture and kings were never issued a handbook on how to handle tough situations; it was use your instinct and hope to death to prosper.
One thought kept rising to the fore-front of Guildenstern's mind. He wasn't the mate of the sorrowful mare in front of him, but he considered her family and the thought of what this other king had done to her infuriated him. His anger inspired determination to see the ruin of her assaulter. He didn't care if the tyrant's ruin was his death or if it was being crippled and humiliated beyond repair - something had to be done. The bay stud ground his teeth together, fighting back the comments he had. He would share them with his brother later.
Rosen nodded his agreement, relieved that he wouldn't have to watch an innocent foal die. It wasn't in his nature. The herd of Jupiter was vain, yes. They were often caught up in their own affairs -and boy did they have a lot of those- but they were not cruel. They were not murderers if they could help it. "How... How far along are you?" he asked, wanting to know when he should expect the foal.
Re: Lost Without You « Reply #6 on Oct 15, 2008, 7:33am »
Cavalla di Bezella
Cavalla smiled at the thought of not having to kill her first foal. She was relived, but could see the tension building up on Guilder. He looked mad, and she felt elated that even though she was not his mate, that he still cared enough to be angry at the monster who hurt her so bad. She glanced at her roan pelt. It was slowly but surely growing back, and the shine was starting to return. Since she had escaped, she had put on weight, from both her unborn and being able to graze at her will again. Time would heal all her physical blemishes, and make her beautiful once more, but it wasn't that she was worried about. Each night, as her weary eyes droop into a rejunctivating sleep, she has the same dream. Each time it is the King lurking behind a tree, and she is trapped in a circle of sharp boulders. The tyrant circles her, and begins to abuse her. Just when, in her dream, she is about to perish, the mare snaps awake, short of breath.
Bell looked up at her handsome bay stag, with his dark, thoughtful eyes, with a gentle smile creasing her maw. "Not long now...Days, really..." The mare stepped to the right, and slowly walked over to the brother. She stopped, and faced both the stallions, who had saved her life. "Words can not explain how much I wish to thank you both. I will never forget the kindness you have shown me today." She smiled, and gently lowered herself to the grassy bed once more, her tired and aching body had enough. Her eyes began to droop, after giving a look of gratitude and love to the brothers. And with that, the mare was asleep, drifting away to the land of sleep...
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Re: Lost Without You « Reply #7 on Oct 15, 2008, 3:43pm »
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Rosencrantz watched over his mare as she drifted into the bleary state of sleep. What she would find there, he didn't know. Sleep could be such a comfort and yet, it could be so dangerous for one going through a rough time. He hadn't slept normally for weeks after he killed for his first time, but he couldn't remember what had pulled him out of his sorry state. Maybe he had just come to terms with it.
Guildenstern shifted around restlessly, trying to be patient as his twin watched over Belleza. The two needed to talk while the mare wasn't able to hear what they had to say. When he could no longer contain himself, Guild walked up to his twin and nudged his shoulder. "We need to talk," he whispered. Rosencrantz nodded and followed him further along the bank of the lake. His love was still in sight, but she was out of earshot.
"Something has got to be done," Guildenstern said.
"I can't exactly storm off now and leave her here to deal with the trauma and the foal all by herself, you know," Rosencrantz snapped.
"I know that."
"And you can't just go galavanting after this king with no guidance and no back-up. We work as a team, brother. As pathetic as it sounds, neither of us would stand a chance against another soul in combat without the other."
"We're grown stallions!"
"Grown stallions that have not been seperated since birth, Guild! We've never fought any battles on our own. Think about this!"
Guildenstern sighed, eyes wandering to the prone form of his brother's mate. "Fine. Yes, you have a point. We have to attempt to do something later, though. And if that king tracks her here..."
"We'll deal with it then," Rosencrantz replied. "For now, I just want to enjoy having Belleza back and look forward to the birth of the foal."
Guildenstern gave him an amused smile.
"I know it isn't mine, but I can look forward to it anyway. I'm going to raise, treat and discipline it like it is."
Guildenstern nodded. "Wise choice, brother." He couldn't help but notice his brother's new-found appreciation of words. Having someone love him as a mate had certainly changed him. Snorting, the handsome stud wondered if it would do the same to him.
The two brothers wandered back to the steel gray mare and started grazing again, eyes and ears always peeled for trouble.
Re: Lost Without You « Reply #8 on Oct 17, 2008, 11:09am »
Cavalla di Bezella
The mare stole though the dark, eerie forest, following the golden moon, pelt basking in the glow. An owl hooted somewhere, it's call myserious and silencing. She paused, as her hoof passed over a twig, the brilliant snapping effect bouncing through the enclosure. The trees swayed gently in the night breeze, and it pressed itself on her facade, making the fae feel like it was stroking her cheekbone gently, calmly, softy. Just as she begins to enjoy the serenity, the wind stops. The owl is silenced. The tall trees shrivel back into dead, gastly phantoms, and capture her in their circle of death. She screams, the hidious sound echoing for miles. She is alone, and feels her heart racing, her breath intake quicken. And slowly, a smell curls itself up into her nostrils. It is a faint one, but conjoures up horrible images. She whips around franticly, searching for an exit. There is none. Sharp grey rocks are now jutting out from the trees, forbiding her exitation. Just as she turns to her original position, the smells turn into a stench. It forces itself down her throat, and she begins to choke. It's everywhere. And suddenly, He is there, infront of her, that smile burning itself into her memory. She feels pain everywhere, his inky blackness swarming around her. She feels pressure on her back, and an awful taste in her mouth. He laughs, and she screams. The smell, taste, pressure and pain shoots around her, a vicous dog-eat-dog circle. She collapses, and closes her eyes, the disgusting circle fading. It felt good, to be slipping away. Just as she lets go, the images fading, she sees a picture bad enough to haunt her in her next life. That evil smile.
Bezella's blue orbs snapped open instantly. Her breath was coming in quick, short and sharp breaths. A pain was shooting through her head, and down through the rest of her dappled bod. Her eyelids blink, adjusting themselves to the dusky night. The mare groaned and rolled to her side, reflecting on the drem she had just experienced. Why was it the same one each time? What had made her dream of such a thing? She sighed, oh so very tired. She felt her bebe move within her and begin to become a bit of a nuisance. She lifted her head, looked around for Rosen, and lowered it once more. There was nothing else to do so she decided to catch up on her much needed sleep. Her eyelids drooped once more, but this time was much different to the last. Before heading into the land of dreams, she was awoken to something else. She gasped, taken aback my the sharp, instant pain chorusing through her bodice. She told herself that she was just imagining it, but gasped once more at the same thing. Growing unsure, the mare called out to her partner, an uneasy nicker saying it all.
Little did our Cavalla di Bezella know that her worst nightmare was about to begin.
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Re: Lost Without You « Reply #9 on Oct 17, 2008, 3:30pm »
Rosencrantz
Rosencrantz didn't know how long he had grazed when he started to notice his mate showing discomfort. Sweat gradually covered her steel gray pelt and her muscles tensed up. He moved closer to her, but didn't know what step to take next. Did he wake her up from what was certainly a nightmare? Should he just leave her alone to ride it out? Being alone was so awful when one was plagued by such terrible dreams, but unless they could share your brain with you, they couldn't truly empathize. All they could do was nod their head and be sympathetic, pretending to understand exactly how you felt. No, that wasn't any help at all, but leaving a person alone with no effort to assist them didn't seem like a good move either.
The bay stud turned to look to his brother for advice, but Guildenstern had wandered off. Maybe out of the terra or maybe just out of sight. He was showing signs of paranoia right now; as if that awful king might show up at any moment.
Before Rosencrantz had to make a decision regarding his mate, she awoke. He was standing at her back a few feet away, not visible to one that wasn't looking. She seemed so panicked, so pained, but he was afraid making a sudden movement would startle her. 'Darn it, why did I have to be the one with a lack of decision making skills?' he thought to himself.
Again, Rosencrantz was bailed out of making a decision, for his mate was calling to him. Her muscles appeared to be spazzing now and a fresh coat of sweat covered her body. "What's wrong?" he whispered to no one in particular.
Re: Lost Without You « Reply #10 on Oct 19, 2008, 9:30am »
Cavalla di Bezella
If you sniffle ‘cause your life’s difficult, that’s typical But you gotta get yourself back in the action Tap into your passion and follow it up Either that or let the madness swallow you up How full is your cup, half-full or half empty?
She wasn't quite sure if she had passed out unconscious, fallen into a light, restless sleep, or had been awake the whole time. Her steam of thoughts had slowed to a blurred trickle that throbbed every second or so. Swift, crippling contractions flowed often, now. Blue orbs looked at the moon, now in it's golden fullness, and washed over the endless carpet of white, gleaming stars. Over to her right, in the distance, was a star a slightly different colour to its counterparts. This body seemed to be more of a darker white. It was the draft's planet, her Jupiter. She smiled, reflecting back to the happy times when she and Rosen would lie together underneath the skies, and he would show her where Jupiter lie, covered in many constellations which told the story of the old Jupiter Herd. Not that her return was unhappy, it was just that it had come with so much pain. She wished that the recent events had never happened, that she was sitting under the blanket of black with Rosen, happy to plod through life slowly, and eventually deciding that the time was right for her to bring life into the world. But Cavalla knew that life wasn't as simple as that. She'd just have to get over this, one step at a time.
The dappled fae groaned, her bodice stiffening itself to cushion the blows. Somewhere through her foggy thoughts, she heard the gentle stag's words, slicing through her suffering like a knife on butter. What was wrong? For the first time in the Queen's life, she didn't know. She didn't have an answer. But she had an idea of what was happening, it was hidden deep within her consciousness. "I think our young.." The mare was cut of by an overwhelming urge to strain. Her sides were heaving, and her pelt resembled an oil slick due to the sweat."...our young one is eager to arrive.." Bezella wished for it to be over soon, her whole body ached from the minimal strain she had already been through. Something told her foggy mind that this was only the beginning. She whimpered, biting her lip. She wasn't quite sure of what was happening. She tried to curl herself up, to see what was happening, but was hit by a wall of pain, shock, and terror. She collapsed into a heaving heap, and called out to Rosen. She knew that he couldn't do this for her, it was her job, but having him there, so she could smell his reassuring scent comforted her. "Rosen..."
There’s never been a better time than right now To get up outta the dirt...
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Re: Lost Without You « Reply #11 on Oct 19, 2008, 4:41pm »
Rosencrantz
Her soft voice sounded strained as she answered a question he barely even remembered asking. This was labor. This was what it looked like when a mare was ready to birth a foal. Most studs were supposed to keep far away, but she wanted him near to her. She wanted him at her side. For half a moment, he hesitated, wondering if she seriously wanted him in such close proximity to her during the sacred time. Hesitation forgotten, though, Rosencrantz stepped next to her form in the grass, staying close to her steel gray head, and reached his nose to hers.
He knew nothing about the birthing of foals. He knew even less about raising them. And yet, Rosencrantz felt a wave of excitement run through his body when he though about the foal that was going to be born. It wasn't his. It never would be. Not by blood, but in mind, the stud knew the couple could make the foal theirs. They could raise it how they wanted and no one would get in their way - not if Rosen could stop them in their tracks.
Uttering a soft nicker, the bay stud touched his nose to his mate's and whispered, "You're doing great." Not like he knew that, but he felt those were the best words to say.
Re: Lost Without You « Reply #12 on Oct 20, 2008, 3:27am »
Cavalla di Bezella
If you sniffle ‘cause your life’s difficult, that’s typical But you gotta get yourself back in the action Tap into your passion and follow it up Either that or let the madness swallow you up How full is your cup, half-full or half empty?
The mare felt instantly relived when the sable bay stag touched his soft muzzle to her sweaty one. Normally, the picture would be that the mare would be down in the padock, doing her job alone. But Cavalla had been bye herself for too long now. Loneliness is so overrated. She lifted her heavy head to touch Rosen's, and fell back to the grassy earth. she rolled from side to side, her lungs trying to grab as much air in as possible. The grey smiled at her stag. "Thankyou, hun..." Their voices danced into the moonlight plain, circling and twirling like a ribbon in the wind. Hours passed on like a dripping tap, so slow and painful. But eventually, the exhausted mare could heave no longer. She could not move, she was that tired. Her muscles had locked themselves, refusing to move. Cavalla whimpered, wanting the flow of blows to come to end. But a voice in her head told her that it couldn't end if she stopped. She whispered to herself, "I-I can't. I give up." As she lay panting, she looked up to Jupiter, the witness to all of her life so far. And on the star, she heard another voice, Rosencrantz's, from the time that he taught her how to swim. "You can do it..." That was right. She could do it. The four words fell into a pattern with the heaving and pushing. She came to was seemed like the final squeeze, and relaxed momentarily. Then she started up again. She would do this for Rosen, and for that Son of a Dog. She wasn't scared of him. Finally, a large mass was released into the silver grasses, and the mare relaxed, eyes closed tight, fighting for precious air. When her breaths had slowed, she looked at Rosen, before taking a look at her firstborn. Motherly instincts kicked in, and she began to clean of her child. To her, and probably Rosencrantz's, surprise, the young one was a deep purple-black, with sable markings. He had a completely white face, and one white-blue eye, and another deep brown eye. Like his sire's. The mare was dumbfounded. How could it be that something so beautiful, did not exist until a couple of seasons ago? And to think that she was going to kill it. She sobbed, and cradled her head on Rosen's. He, the foal, was trying to stand. The little black colt was so stunning in the moonlight. "Rosen, he is so beautiful.."
There’s never been a better time than right now To get up outta the dirt...
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Re: Lost Without You « Reply #13 on Oct 20, 2008, 5:04pm »
Rosencrantz
For hours he stood there next to her watching the tension course through her muscles in unforgiving waves. The times he felt she was close to giving up, he'd reach toward her muzzle again, wordlessly expressing his support. Time and time again he wondered how long this process took, but he had no one to ask; Cavalla was as new to this as he was. Even if she wasn't, a question like that would be inappropriate at such a time.
At one point, Rosen was pretty sure he caught a whiff of his brother. Lifting his head to look for him, he saw a form standing far off. A soft nicker floated across the night - assurance that it was who Rosen thought. As far away as he was, the knowledge of his brother's presence helped to relax the kingly stud, for Rosen knew any danger would be spotted and dealt with before he had to take care of it.
Just when his muscles were screaming in agony from standing still for so long and his neck was feeling like it just may never raise to its normal position again, the spasms seemed to change. He watched in awe and slight disgust as the final moments of labor passed. Breathing a sigh of relief for himself, his mate and the foal, Rosencrantz stepped back to get a good look at the new life while its mother tended it.
For several moments, the two mates stood there, cuddling one another and offering silent support. This foal had a bigger impact on the both of them than their own surely would have merely because of the way it was conceived. He was an accidental addition to the herd, but he was so beautiful. His markings were so incredibly unique. In fact, Rosencrantz found himself calculating his future ability to woo mares. He turned and looked toward Guildenstern for a moment and then back at his son. "Yes, he's beautiful.... And extremely fortunate at the herd he's been born into."
Re: Lost Without You « Reply #14 on Oct 22, 2008, 6:03am »
Cavalla di Bezella
If you sniffle ‘cause your life’s difficult, that’s typical But you gotta get yourself back in the action Tap into your passion and follow it up Either that or let the madness swallow you up How full is your cup, half-full or half empty?
She smiled, as the young one struggled to stand on his tiny little black legs. Her heatbeat raced inside her chest, at the thought of her perfect child having the chance to grow in the rainy paddock, or the fly-ridden summer. To delight in such simple things, such as a butterfly dance past his curious maw, to learn from his mistakes, no matter how big or how small, and most of all, to love. The most important aspect of all. She, the first time dam, wanted the wet colt to grow into a magnificent stallion, brave and tall, a charming stud to all mares. And then, she wanted him to feel his heart stop when he sees a certain mare for the first time. She wanted him to fall in love with the beautiful fae, all of her, no matter of her breed or past. Whether it was a small mare from an unknown party, or a mare from his herd, she wanted him to feel as she had when she had met Rosencrantz. Just as long as her darling little boy got to love.
Looking up into the starry canvas, she began to aknowlede the stunning contrast between her foal's pelt and the night sky of the silent midnight. Ah, the splendors of thought. Releasing her sweaty hold on Rosen, she found an udisturrbed source of energy. Gathering her feathed white feet, she rose into the night. Cavalla moved quickly and silently to the boy, who had now risen also, guiding him in to suckle for the first time. Her nose lovingly stroked the body that she had carried for four seasons. The mare raised her head, looking up at Jupiter, oh her almighty Jupiter. The important time had come, to place a blessing on her firstborn. Her mind ticked over the previously thought of names. None of them seemed to fit. She smiled, looking at her partner, then their son.
"Welcome to the Clouds, my sweet little Mezzanotte..."
There’s never been a better time than right now To get up outta the dirt...
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