Your King Asmodeus | ||
Your Queen | ||
The Second None | ||
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Allies Name (Land) | Enemies Solomon (Cove) | |
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Posted on November 10, 2011 at 05:41:46 PM by ELI
male || smoky cream champagne overo || breakdown x seren || four || second in the desert The summer heat was damn near intoxicating in ways that made you want to fall to your knee’s and wait for death to consume you. Days blurred together making the red sand become like fire with each step you took and Eli, he was furious. His mane clung to his drenched neck along with his forelock gluing itself to his handsome jaw line. Bright sapphire spheres were clouded with frustration as our young stallion moved effortlessly through the sand. He had his daughter Sylvia by his side who was now nearly a two year old. She no longer was awkward and growing into her adolescent body, instead she was no filling out beautifully and had curves to match her distinct color. Much like her father, Sylvia was pale as the distant stars with a couple white splotches you could only see if you were right beside her. Underneath Luna’s pale shimmering light, Sylvia lit up like a fire work on fourth of July. Sylvia, she was Eli’s pride and joy, nothing less then stunning and even though she had the absolute power to be a complete heartbreaker, was quiet and had a heart far greater then anyone Eli knew of or heard of for some-one her age. White marshmellow clouds lazily hung in the distance giving the early afternoon in the desert a slightly more comfortable feel. The dreaded heat wasn’t making Eli want to run away and never return, his mood was even actually relaxing as he moved side by side with his daughter watching the dry sand for miles ahead of them. His auditives moved backwards listening to nothing but how the sand moved beneath the duo and their relaxed breathing. A cool breeze offered relief for a fleeting moment before Eli heard yelling ahead of them. Jerking his apogee up deep inquinsive orbs searched desperately for the culprits who were causing a scene when his heart fell to his stomach realizing it was Elise and her daughter. Thankfully Eli was close enough to hear what was being said but secretly wishing he wasn’t. Shooting a glance at his daughter who’s ears were straight forward and her eyes were fixated on the pair Eli and Sylvia snorted at the same time and moved forward in a heated nervous trot before slowly. Sylvia unlike her father didn’t slow and instead moved closer to where the young filly stood glaring at her pale mother. However; Sylvia didn’t say a word but instead just stood there waiting for the tense outcome.  Eli, moved directly over to Elise and touched her shoulder nickering to her gently. He was furious with the young girl who he took in because her own father wanted nothing to do with her. Eroica was one of the most ungrateful brats Eli had seen in some time. Her anger on the other hand saddened Eli, for he knew she was hurting because she didn’t know her real father was just a horny asshole who used her mother to get his kicks off. “Elise, are you alright?: lucky for the young girl Eli didn’t see her snap at her mother for if he had Eli would have gone ape shit on the young girl. Turning his attention away from his pale love Eli stared at the black filly who’s body was tense and her anger was clear. “ You’re right Eroica I’m not your biological father but I’m the only thing you’ve known to be a father in your life young lady. You will not speak to your mother or anyone else like they are garbage when you have so much to be thanking your mother for. You’re alive because of her whether you want to be or not and she made sure you ended up having a home. You’d be surprised on how many mares and even stallions makee children then leave, just like your father” stopping short Eli turned to look at Elise. He didn’t mean to say that out loud and no felt terrible but was too pumped up and in protection mode to stop talking. “ If you don’t like being told what to do by your parents then you can leave. You’re old enough now you don’t have to stay here under the wing of your mother or I. baby doll you need a serious reality check if you think spewing hateful words on your mother is going to make your worthless father care about you. You have your mother and I who DO care about you and all you can do is have this poor me pity act because you don’t know who you’re real father is. Get over it young lady, there are many who never know their parents and aren’t as foolishly niave and seemingly intolerably ungrateful as yourself.” |
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- Oh simple thing, where have you gone? - By Elise and Eroica November 11, 2011 at 01:57:28 PM
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