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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 10, 2011 19:52:15 GMT -5
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Rose stood in the the one spot, trees coming in thickly. She stood there alone, though she felt safe here. Maybe it was because the trees cloaked around her, bathing her in dark shadow, hiding and concealing her.. Maybe because it was quiet, but not that eerie silence that said too quiet. She left Liberta again, a sudden change of mind. Of what? It's kind of oblivious, since of where she stood. She left an easy trail for him to follow as well. A simple one. Easily trace able. He would know something was up if she didn't hide her trails, and it make it all the harder for him to find. And who was this him she was thinking of. Hollow. A stallion she had met all not too long ago. But she felt the same for him as she would if she was with him a million more years. Though she was iffy about having kids, children of her own, she thought it over this morning. She always woke before Hollow would, but since her last run away, she didn't leave his side until he woke. He'll be waking to another, second shock of his life. It'd probably be heart break until he realized the trail she left was all to easy to follow, for such a sneaky mare. She stayed in her silence, ensuring that no other equine would try to find the little pink mare. Hormones ran high at this time in equines. And if a run into another would cause a greater distress to her love. She shook out the two-toned mane of quietly. She watched the shadows of the trees as she stood and waited, listening carefully. Little Rose can already see Hollow's confused and surprised face. Her wanting kids. All of suddenly. Out of no where. Now. After saying she was completely unsure of it yet. She smirked. She had a bipolar mind, only making decisions when it wants too, and many times, changing them. She wouldn't be surprised if he try to blame something to the effect that she let the hormones leak to her head and let them take over. But it wasn't that. It was a true decision, though by one bipolar mind. But she would not regret if the mind changed after wards. She just keep going on with life, and do things the best she could. She continued to wait for Hollow to come along.
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Word Count:408
OOC: ROSE IS BIPOLAR, I SWEAR! Oh wait. That means I am too... Darn you....-.-
Music: Creed-What's This Life For+Higher+Weathered+Six Feet From The Edge(One Last Breath)*Short songs. Or I took forever typing....* [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Storeh on Feb 10, 2011 20:17:55 GMT -5
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In all care of the essence of fairness, the confusion so abundantly eating away at the channels of his mind came first about by the sound of his own blood pounding away in the folds of he petaled ears. By the first lights streaking in the heavens, announcing early dawn, the massive stallion had awaken to the coldness inside that only came when he was without his mate by side. A chill had embedded in his coat, startling him into adrenaline-fueled rush that only ended when he spotted the delicately etched hoofprints, like glowing crescent moons, heading away from the place the pair had chosen to bed for the night. Then, the adrenaline fell away suddenly, into a steep drowning pool of total perplexity that still had not left the stag as the movements led into confines Allevare Mettono.
The dished expression of cranium raised, blue oculars searching as nostrils flared deeply, catching the scent of many equines whom had passed into the breeding lands. Spring. Hollow desperately hoped that a treacherous fate had not befallen his dear Rose while he had slept. That guilt would be unbearable. Ears flickered with uncertainty as the chortle of a bird filled them with lovely music. Then, before him, a hide of pink cause his motions to stop for a brief pause in stride. A nicker, low audios humming off the surroundings, tone hushed, presented itself from his vocals as the cremello then stepped carefully through the trees to where the mare stood, relief flooding over him momentarily as the step was made to nuzzle into her shoulder.
Then, once more, as if taking some sort of silent cue, the wondering washed over him, stronger, as well as a taste stranger, than before they had become reunited. What was Ice Rose doing here? She had told himself she wanted to part of children. A slow blush crept over his features at the thought, but Scared of My Shadow regained composure, a serious tone etching into his stance. 'Dearest love, what are you doing in this place?' Nostrils flared once more, and the scent hit him as if the stallion had ran headlong into a brick wall. Heat. Instinctively, Hollow was hit with a wave of emotion, adrenaline once more clouding as reality shocked a moment later. Take a step back. Look into her eyes. You will get your answer soon enough.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 10, 2011 21:02:21 GMT -5
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She smiled when she saw him, knowing she had put him through another spur of small turmoil. She felt him nuzzle into her shoulder, feeling he's relief. She reached over to him, nuzzling into the one body part of his she could nuzzle into herself, his chest. She smiled, flicking the tail and rose that sat on top of it out. She looked up at him, as he stepped away from her. The words from her mate's mouth flowed to her ears. She heard the question, and she knew her answer already, for she planned to hear it already. She looked at, straight in the eyes. She wasn't going to confuse him with more words. She was going to be straight forward, for she knew he knew what she was talking about. "I have changed my mind."
She spoke, words soft and tender. She knew if she made it truly confusing, trapcing in a whole lot of words, without trying, she could even lose the smart stallion. And she hated repeating herself. She stepped closer to him, not caring if he was still confused, somehow, and refused to do anything with her. She kept her eyes locked on his, the eyes softer than ever before. She wanted to do this. And she wasn't going to change her mind. Unless that stupid bipolar part of the brain that rested inside her head change her again. But until then, she wasn't going to let him get away from her. She stood close to him, her pelt touching his. She cuddle up next to him, nuzzling into his pelt.
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Word Count: 265, short, but Rose isn't normally... this....flirty.
OOC: *Blushes* She's all like, determined! And flirty. *Observes and takes notes.* This isn't everyday normal behavior.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 10, 2011 21:19:04 GMT -5
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The reaction came with a cold shiver, an icy quake that leaked across his spine, splintering into the farthest reaches of his cremello pelting, the translucent ivory patches nearly tangible as the simplicity of the five words range with an agenda through the confines of his skull. Shock. It was more than shock. Peering deeply into her eyes, the softness told him all the doubt that this was, in fact, corrections. Hollow forced his mind to work over this shell-rocking jubilation, defending. Even breaths, and shallow the thoughts you are having. Look, and feel. This was nothing to do with the fact of the seasons, and this was a choice that she, in herself, would not regret. Her actions, these little, nearly trivially dismissable actions, sent a warmth across his pelt, from the little touch of pelting as his maw returned to the withers recently vacated, a wonder in mind. Wonder. Want?
Inhaling deeply, it was of true wonder that Scared of My Shadow had been able to contain himself fully being this close. Yet, more than ever, he did not wish to hurt the seemingly fragile fea before him. Taking the extend of a stride backward, he breathed deeply, contacting his muzzle with the velveteen of her own as the blue gaze sought out more than acceptance. He would suffocate his fears, for this was wanted, had dreamed of, for his love was more than his life. 'Are you sure? This will be forever.' And yet...the patchwork painted stag already knew the honesty of the answer Ice Rose would give him. Ears flickered slightly forward, another breath taken, shared between them as the cremello was absorbed into the atmosphere. Easy. Slow.
The long strands of his mixed mane blew lightly into the wind, caressing his own features as the stallion nuzzled into her, feeling the warmth of their skin, filling him with a feeling that only before had he chased away. Rose. He wanted her yes, but it was more than that. A family. They were a family. Lids closed to press back the imagines as ears flickered uncertainly. Moments to revive. Blue orbs sparked as lids pressed back, a smile gracing his features. Love. Love was their bond, and he would never break that. It would only grow stronger. Breathing in and out, wondering, and waiting. Would this dance begin?
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 10, 2011 22:07:54 GMT -5
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She stood there, keeping he muzzle to his. Must she explain. But she will. She will for his sake, so then he would not ask are you really sure."Yes, I am sure. I'm not doing this for me, or you, but us. I know I was doubtful at first, but I haven't really gotten time to really think about it until recently. I am sorry, if I shocked you. But I do need time to think things though. I never thought about it, because, before I met you, I wasn't really on planning on having kids. But I have met you, and I love you."
She was not worried about anything, except maybe if she is infertile. That would be upsetting to her. She stared into his eyes truthfully. She stood there silently, waiting for him to absorb it into his head that she was sure, after that long explanation. Though, she was not mad at him for making sure, for she had an over night, rather over morning, change of mind. She smiled at him, stepping closer to him. She had no fear. She was ready for it, though she was sure that it still would be a surprise to her. She knew her own mind well, as bipolar or changing it was. She sigh happily, her own thoughts slipping into thinking of having a family. A small family. Nothing big, because she knew well a big family was not for her. A small, nice family. She could see that. She knew that's how she felt, truly. She stood, smiling, waiting for him to finally go through with it.
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Word Count: 268
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Post by Storeh on Feb 10, 2011 22:38:17 GMT -5
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For the presence to the sake of words, had they ever been taken for granted? Though the cremello stallion did listen to her pronunciations offered, it was more after the fact of the details to that Rose was, in fact, sure of this. That alone was, in truth, all the painted brute needed. Acceptance. Reluctantly, Hollow retracted his muzzle from the cool velveteen of her own, taking a measured pace back, then turning to moved around her. Another chill captured his frame as the limbs of a willow tenderly racked across the thin pelting through the strides taken. Where the shivers something of his anticipation? Most likely. Taking a slight step toward her, Scared of My Shadow's teeth grazed across her withers with slow method, and proceeded down her spine toward her haunches, nibbling slightly with wondering in his own thoughts. There was an air of seriousness behind the playful demeanor as his tongue grazed her flesh as he made way to her flanks.
Pausing slightly, he turned toward her, gazing at the wonderful rose wrapped about her tail, for he had never seen the true beauty of it until this moment. Extending his neck, the stallion nibbled slightly at the base of her tail, nearest the rose, nostrils flaring. Happiness pounded within his veins, the sound of his blood ringing in his ears. Despite himself, the objection to swift charge right into everything, the stag felt his tool glide easily out of his shaft as he continued to nibble her as if in encouragement. Timely manner. There was not a need in his world to rush, though is body seemed to have other ideas in mind.
Exhaling slowly, Scared of My Shadow gave a low nicker to Ice Rose, stopping for a moment as his muzzle nudged her softly. Raising his head, lip curled as the stallion snorted quietly, more to himself. There was no way he thought it would have ever come to this as soon as it did, though it was not as if he, in himself, where complaining about her change of mind. He thanked the heavens for it, was grateful, and he was completely and entirely ready for what was about to happen. Was she?
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 10, 2011 23:11:38 GMT -5
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Rose let the lids slide close, as she felt the teeth graze across the pelting, from withers to her tail. She was glad for once for the pink pelting, it hiding a full body, rolling blush in her system. She felt him graze his teeth by her tail, next to the rose. She's normally very protective of the rose, the one thing closest to her identity of he past life. She stood, her tail staying put. She let her own adenine rush flow out of her before she flicked he tail out the way. She shifted her weight out evenly on her legs, wanting to be ready for the stallions weight. She knew Hollow felt now rush, and neither was she. She waited patiently, turning her head side ways slightly. She was ready for this. And she has made her choice. She let of a slight nod now, as if letting her love know she was ready.
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Word Count: Extremely short. 158
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Post by Storeh on Feb 10, 2011 23:37:50 GMT -5
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The world was, at the present moment, the dissolving of background into a soundless picture as the cremello stallion focused on the very one thing that mattered to him at this moment-nay!-all of his moments for the past. The only good memories being those he had created with the love whom stood before him, ready, for what he was about to do. No. An experience that the pair where about to share. Gingerly, Hollow raised himself upon his hind legs, balancing for a moment as he walked forward, teeth once more scraping, more roughly than the last, across the pink hide of her spine, yet not in a harsh sense. The massive frame settled upon her, the cremello shifting the extent of his weight evenly as to not inflict harm upon the mare beneath him.
Scared of My Shadow could feel the rush of her warmth beneath him, the gentle throb of her heard as he listened to her, entune with herself more so than the surroundings they occupied. Listening quietly. Then, in response to the emotions building, the stag raised himself, pressing against her but not into her as teeth massaged the place where her mane met her neck, behind her ears softly as he whispered those three words softly. Meaning them entirely as the brute then entered her with a slow pressure, the warmth causing heat to flush his form. Desire, is this what it felt like then? He knew it most likely hurt her, and that was enough for him to keep going. It will pass, love, I know it will. Gracefully, he tail raised as he continued on with another thrust.
On. Continuing as the stallion surpressed the moan that threatened to leave his throat, heart racing as it all becoming almost a blur. Continue. Push. The feel of her skin underneath his, the heat like the sparks behind his lids. The tender nips left upon her withers as Hollow moved onward. Faster. There was a point he was reaching. Yes, this is what he had wanted, this is what he had always wanted. This is what he thought her would never have. Now, as the point was reached, he went over. Fireworks exploded from behind his lids.
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Feb 12, 2011 15:09:06 GMT -5
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Rose felt his skin touch her's, burning warmth sitting in her own skin. Adrenaline took her blood over again, feeling the veins burn in the system race they ran through. Her ears swiveled back to hear the words he spoke. The three simple words that she always clung to when he said them seem to mean so much more to her now. She felt the pressure, and the pain. She felt herself bit at her tongue to keep quiet about it, for she had been through worse, she was sure, but a shuttered breath escaped her. She left her eyes closed, trying to keep herself from changing her mind, though she doubt it was. The nips she felt against her withers burned warmly into her system, feeling it flush her time and time again. As he kept on going she fought back making a sound, wanting to keep silent, but a few moans did make it out of her. She felt her self get mad at herself, but she dismissed it. She waited for Hollow to finish, though she did not care how much long that would take. She was going to be patient, no matter if it hurt or not. She want a child with him.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 12, 2011 15:52:54 GMT -5
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It was almost over, and that was clear to Hollow. The end was drawn thickly inside him as the point of no true return was reached, allowing him to spill the extent of his seed into her. The explosion caused a hearty moan to part his lips, though later the shame of that, in itself, spread across the cremello painted pelt hotly. Sweat beaded across the shimmering surface of his muscles, as the pause allowed him to catch his breath. Affectionately, the muzzle grazed across her withers almost apologenically, as the stallion took to dismount. Resheathing himself quickly, the massive framed brute moved once more to her head, though he knew she most likely was in n mood for words of any sort.
Ears flickering back uncertainly, Hollow tried to regain complete control as he swayed slightly upon his feet, the adrenaline relaxing from his veins as the patchwork equine dipped his cranium to her chest, with affection as well as to make up for the pain he had caused. Yes, he had felt more pleasure than the stallion himself would have ever thought possible, but he was grateful, for her sake in the slightest, that the endeavor was over, no matter how much one might have enjoyed it.
Three simple words meant everything to him now, and this bonding was more than idle proof of that. Truth. It always meant more to him than any lies any equine could ever tell him, and that Ice Rose was the proof of that. He loved her. He would always love her. And this was more than an aspect of that. Love. A name, yet more. Powerful. All of his power was drawn from her.
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