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Posted on July 28, 2010 at 03:07:42 AM by Arthur & Pendragon
Arthur ran his hand down the neck of his young blood-bay stallion that had returned to him after the floods and smiled to himself. Duke had lost condition due to the small levels of food supplies in circulation in Shaman at the present time, but overall Arthur was very pleased with how the horse had matured. The creature was very broad shouldered, with a wide back and thick strong legs, Duke’s neck was muscular and his face broad, in short, he was almost the perfect shape for a warhorse and the young King could not be more thrilled. He was also very pleased with Santu’s colt, the foal was proving itself to be very strong, with a willing personality, the white blaze down his black face giving him a rather endearing expression. Arthur hoped that the colt might grow up to carry his son. It was something he had been thinking about a lot recently, with Mallos coming back and the inevitable war which he was sure would follow, he could not help but think how much stronger his position would be if he had heirs to come after him, preferably more than one. He had been a soldier long enough to know that even Kings were often killed on the battlefield, and currently he had no one to take his place. Of course he had not yet discussed anything like this with Lilith and he would certainly never phrase anything quite so pragmatically with her. He wanted to marry her, that was one thing he knew, and he wanted her to be the one to carry his children, as something they could share in together, but there would always be underlying motives, there always was when Kingship was involved and he hoped that she would understand. Arthur sighed, gathering a handful of hay and offering it to Duke who began to tug at the strands, his soft nose nudging his master’s hand in gratitude, making the young man smile and pat the horse on the shoulder affectionately. “We’ll have to find you a mare boy” he thought with a smile, “then you can father some good strong colts.” Duke whickered softly at that moment making Arthur chuckle, “there’s nothing in the world like having a horse you can trust, and it might be important soon, don’t let me down Duke.” The young King left the stable block shortly after that, stopping half way across the cobbled courtyard, his grey eyes glancing up towards the ramparts, and resting upon the familiar form of Lilith. He pulled open the wooden door at the base of the tower and began to climb the spiralling stone staircase slowly, stopping every now and again to look at the setting sun through the windows, and eventually unlocked the top door and stepped out towards Lilith. “Hey” he smiled, lips forming the shape of the word, though no sound came out. He knew Lilith didn’t need him to do so as she could read his thoughts, but it felt more natural to him. “I’d hug you, but I kind of smell of horse.” Arthur & Pendragon
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- A field with grass so green - By Lilith and Seth July 28, 2010 at 05:42:21 PM
- would you mind if I burried my soul? - By Arthur & Pendragon July 30, 2010 at 00:42:18 AM
- Yes, I think I probably would - By Lilith and Seth August 10, 2010 at 11:31:03 PM
- would you mind if I burried my soul? - By Arthur & Pendragon July 30, 2010 at 00:42:18 AM
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