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Post by Wildfire on Sept 7, 2009 20:35:55 GMT -5
:.Flame.:
Love is a battlefield~ [/font][/size][/left][/color] Facade turned to the side where her pursuer had caught up. She smiled guessing that she had pleasured him as much as he had her. Indeed, they hadn't exchanged callings before their little show. She continued strolling forward with him. Flame. Her crown dipped slightly. And you are? It was odd that she had not thought to ask for the name of such a stag. Perhaps they would have more encounters like this in the future. Maw pulled into a smile at the thought. Now that she had done that "first time" bit it would be smooth sailing. |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 8, 2009 16:57:05 GMT -5
ceteaus
......... "Ceteaus."The brute replied. How nieve he had been! He should have querried her before. So much for manners. He snorted to himself in smug humor. After the passing of a few quiet moments, Ceteaus cast her another long side-glance.
"Where will you go?" He murmured, gaze softening. He enjoyed her company, but she seemed set on leavng.
Does she belong to a herd? Did she sneak off? Does she have a mate? This made his stomach clench in jealousy, surprising himself.
They had arrived at the water now. Quietly, Ceteaus stepped to the waters edge and dropped his cranium. He dipped his maw into the cool liquid and took a brief drink to wet his throat.
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 8, 2009 18:54:53 GMT -5
:.Flame.:
Love is a battlefield~ [/font][/size][/left][/color] Ceteaus she put the name to memory, linking it with the event that had just occured. She nodded in the silence as they approached the waters. I have a home in the herd of Liberta. The faces of her adoptive mom and brother flooded her memories. Along with the image of Lassan, who had been like a father to her. Occs caught the look in his eyes and she smirked. Jealous are we? A chuckle rose in her pipe. Pillars were enveloped in the crystal waters as she waded in, lowering herself beneath the surface of the water up to her whithers. She let the gentle current bath her hindquarters, wiping her of all evidence, though it would be pointless in a couple months. Dripping bodice rose from the waters and she stopped next to Ceteaus. Her maw ran the length of his barrel, stoping just at his underbelly. There's no need to be jealous. Lyri murmured against the sensitive area of his pelt. |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 9, 2009 18:13:51 GMT -5
ceteaus
......... The stag smirked at her playful accusion, savoring the way her airy voice sounded in the stillness of the air. He did not answer, only bowed his head again for another drink. He focused on the icy fluid as it ran down his neck and chilled his stomach refusing to look at Flame. She belonged to a herd. She was so lovely, most likely she was creeping behind the back of her mate.
The water will ice over soon. He mused in attempt to avert his thoughts.
Ceteaus lifted his cranium as the fae quietly stepped out of the water. His breath caught as she spoke, she seemed to appear simply out of the mists. A shudder crawled down his spine, like the wind blowing across a pond reflecting the white winter's sky.
He whipped around to her, his heavy breath faintly visible in the air. he sun was setting, and the temperature was dropping. He quickly covered the space between them with two long strides, halting when his face hovered mere whispers away from her's.
"Will I see you again, Flame?" Ceteaus breathed, his amber eyes grave. |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 9, 2009 21:34:17 GMT -5
:.Flame.:
Love is a battlefield~ [/font][/size][/left][/color] The air about them had chilled dramatically. The icy winds slipping across her thick winter pelt. His warm presence was welcome in the autumn night. Suddenly he was that much closer, his maw barely an inch from her own. She breathed in his masculine scent. Baratone vocals reached out to her auds as she gazed into his solemn occs. I should hope so. Of course she would want to see him again, though leaving Liberta any time she pleased would be pretty easy, it would become difficult once she was more pregnant. Plus, she had no clue as to how Lassan would react to her now. I do not have a mate to go back to, but I don't know what my family will do. Bodice snuggled up against him suggestively. I don't want to leave you. The heat from his body warmed her instantly. Most of the water had dripped from her pelt, but as it evaporated from her surface, it left a coolness. Her heart was being tugged in two different directions. She would always love the lands she grew up in, but this new stallion had somehow wheedled his way into her heart as well. Not at all what she had expected out of Allevare. That wasn't just a one-timer and that was it. Their emotions had spilled forth. |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 10, 2009 16:28:39 GMT -5
ceteaus
......... Ceteaus listened as she spoke. No mate? He felt ashamed of his shallow worries; Flame would not do that. She was a good-hearted fae. He exhaled heavily, producing what sounded like a sigh. His radiars pricked as she she added the last part. He weighed his opinions.
Flame had mentioned her family. She must care for them. If he mentioned staying with him, she would most likely be unhappy, missing her home. Perhapes...
"You dont have to." He pressed his pelt against her, "Let me escort you home. Perhapes you could introduce me to your father..." He smirked, "I do believe your foal would like to know who it's father is."
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 10, 2009 17:46:26 GMT -5
:.Flame.:
Love is a battlefield~ [/font][/size][/left][/color] She solemnly shook her dial. I know neither my mother nor my father. My mother died when she had me and I've only heard of my father. It was a simple fact, she'd gotten over the sorry bit of the beginning of her life. Now she was free to do what she wished without the burden of considering where her bloodlines came from. I do have an adoptive mother and father figure though. Lassan is the lead of Liberta and Venom is my adoptive mom. A short display of emotion played on her features as she said both of their names. Occs flickered in the direction of Liberta, she was eager to return. I'll show you. Pillars started off in the direction of her homelands, silently thinking of their foal. Soon they would be entering the lands where her foal would then grow up. |
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Post by dezperation on Sept 10, 2009 17:58:41 GMT -5
ceteaus
......... The stag quietly murmured his respects to her at the mention of her dam and sire. He nodded in approval at the names of her adoptive parents. He had never personally met the pair, but Lassan's name was not new to his ears. His kissers curled back in a crooked grin at her statement. Happiness suited her, it lit up her features and made her orbs glow.
As they walked, Ceteaus allowed his pelt to brush against her's.
"I love you." He sighed.
On to Liberta! -blows horn- |
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