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Posted on March 15, 2012 at 05:13:35 PM by Alayu
 The Isles were hardly the place she would have liked to call home. While the cold air was comforting, the silence in her mind momentarily subsiding as the sound of waves crashing over a rocky beach filled her, there were no remnants of any of her bloodline here. She had heard the rumors, of the rivalry between her sire and the now deceased King of the South - the Hoof Prince himself. While history was rich here, accepting this place.... It didn’t feel right, didn’t seem right to her. It was where she had known the father of the parasite to reside, though while the scent of sulfur still clung to his coat it had seemed the Rajput kingdom would never come back into existence again. What good would she do to this land? Would she meet her potential here? What of this thing that followed her, her shadow that needed her, depended on her for something more than company; it needed her to survive. What had she depended on in her youth, more so than the comfort of her twin’s mind in her own. She had received no help from either parents, their genes running rapid through her body and setting her on fire. Was this the part in her story where she would make up where she had lacked in upbringing to future generations? It was becoming more and more evident to her that she would have to seek out her sire, to find out the truth of her history and find out the length of his lineage - to find out whether or not she was alone in this world. She watched him, regarding the black and white stallion with skepticism as he pledged to take care of the foal. She could feel her ruby grow warm against her skin, though while the earth and fire were allied in the Ridges it seemed that they two held nothing but tension between them. What had brought them together in the first place to create the child that cowered behind her now? Snapping at the air as Schuldig moved to bring Chernunnos out from behind her, she couldn’t help but laugh. “Can you give the child the nutrition he needs? Unless you are a combination between mare and stallion, I highly doubt he is better off with just you than with me.” Her temper seemed to be subsiding for now, the initial reaction to the surprise of being pregnant and giving birth finally turning to warm coals inside of the raging fire it had been. “And what do you know of the colt’s mind? Perhaps it’s best if we both work to raise him.” It wasn’t what she had planned on saying, the idea of dropping the colt off with his father and turning hide out of the Isles - yet the kingdom felt oddly comforting. The coolness of the air only helped to bring some peace to her mind, the colt behind her something she couldn’t find herself able to part with. What strange feeling had come over her? Craning her neck, dark mane spilling over her neck as bits of ash fell to the ground, she turned her attention to the colt behind her. “Well, eat child. This man is your father, and I should not let you forget me just yet.” Perhaps it was some stubborn gene passed down from her sire, or the nurturing aspect of her mother that she seemed to have inherited. Either way, it had landed her in a home with some family of her own before she had known what had come over her. Perhaps life, so much like the alexandrite that glowed against her son’s skin, was more unpredictable than she could have imagined. so let’s set the world on fire | |||
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