In the shadows of two of the tallest peaks in the mountain range, rests the land known as the Forbidden Dale. The forested path that winds down out of the mountains is steep and treacherous to those who do not know it's dangers. The mountains meld into rolling foothills - filled with broad gentle slopes, long narrow ridges, and miniature valleys. Vegetation of all sorts is abundant and the runoff of all the surrounding hills funnels into a long, narrow lake in one of the largest valleys. Beyond the undulating and green foothills resides a dark and deep forest; the trees are so dense that it is dim even in the light of day.
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July 10th - Melia and Rhaego are now co-owning the Dale after Melia has successfully defended their home in the Summit. April 5th - Updated herd list. If you see something wrong or changes to be made, please let me know. September 8th - The Dale has become a part of Beyond the Mountains. The geographical location has not changed in relation to Mist Meadows, but Rhaego will begin focusing his attentions on these new lands being discovered and less on Mist Meadows. The herd list has been cleared, but I will add back any herd members who rejoin here on Beyond. July 9th - Updated the board. Rhaego has an open post in the lake for this breeding season for anyone interested. Also welcome Bastille whom will be serving the Dale in return for a home for himself, Larka, and their daughter Valerian. Rhaego is actively working to return Aileen back to the Dale. December 7th - After unintentionally forfeiting his land about a year ago, Rhaego has gotten him land back! He will be working on re-establishing himself and the herd that he had. There's a little adjusting to do but Rhaego is back and more determined than ever! July 23rd - ACTIVITY CHECK! Just need to confirm who is in the herd and who is not, as well as the names of any foals born recently. Please respond before August 7th with the names of your characters who live here. Thank ya much! April 12th - With the warmer months and the growing season, Rhaego is focused on growing the herd and his bloodline. Foals are on the way - but they are not all Rhaego's.... wait, how'd that happen? January 24th - Rhaego has won the battle by default! January 13th - The Dale has been challenged for by a mare named, Apache. Rhaego has of course accepted and the battle is taking place now. November 16th - Rhaego has proclaimed his claim over the territory formerly owned by Reaper. The territory will become known as the Forbidden Dale. |
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Posted on December 4, 2017 at 01:42:19 AM by Aileen
Aileen-Dryad (Spanish Mustang)-34 (ageless; appears 8)-Smokey Cream Blanket Appaloosa-Mother to Desden(x Maverick), Melia (x Rhaego) and Andela(x Rhaego)-Forbidden Dale
Warm summertime breezes entangled and gave gentle affections to the mountainous kingdom and those within it. Aileen felt these breezes, she allowed herself to be wrapped up in their embraces, to feel the energy and satisfaction that filled the dryad woman with each one that passed. A gentle smile formed itself on her lips as she patrolled a part of the forest that had been neglected by the forest spirit’s care for a while now. No more… not when she had free roam of her home again, not when she had control of her own life again. A kick from within her womb reminded her of that.
She recalled meeting up with Rhaego after they agreed to put aside their differences, the petite nymph was quiet, and noticed something pink… tangled in her king’s mane. Of course, she couldn’t resist a chuckle at the scene of Rhaego desperately trying to get the flower out of his mane. However, before she could let the warlord become aware and defensive about a non-existent danger, Aileen made herself known in the dim light of dusk. After a bit of teasing Rhaego, Aileen offered to look at the little flower tangled up in his mane. She had hoped to be able to get it out, but it was very stuck in there and Rhageo said he’d already tried to break it to get it out. It was then that Aileen realized something…. There was a magic tied to the spiny flower, and it wouldn’t go away until that magic was used. It was a spring evening… and for the first time in a long time, she let herself be enveloped by the mood of the season, and she had shared a passionate night with her king… a night of ecstasy made all the sweeter because it was Aileen’s own choice to participate.
The next morning, the two had separated, with a quiet note so different from the wild passion that had been with the couple throughout their coupling. Aileen learned after some time, that Rhaego’s seed had taken in her fertile ground. Another estranged sensation… the joy and excitement about being a mother again with her pregnancy, the fact that Aileen wanted to take it a bit easier for her and the baby’s health.
Summertime, and Aileen could feel from her experience that it was almost her time to deliver. The petite, tawny mare was finding a spot away from the wolves and herd… but not so much so that a cry for help couldn’t reach her fellow herd members. She made sure to mark her trail clearly enough for the father to be able to meet his child when she was ready, but not so clearly that predators could take advantage of it. Thankfully for her, she could afford to be discreet, seeing how Rhaego was more clever than an average predator (though not by much).
The contractions started and pain fired through Aileen’s body, originating from her swollen barrel. However, she had done this before… she knew what she was doing and it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been during Andela’s birth when the forest mare had almost stopped living. A small brook ran through the tiny, hidden glen that Aileen chose. The grasses were soft and springy, and in all, everything was perfect for both mother and coming child.
(An hour or two later)
The labor felt longer than the ones before it, but when Aileen couldn’t hear breathing from the small form behind her, she unconsciously held her breath. Although her still-swollen belly was still contracting and Aileen couldn’t turn her head from the pain that still flared through her. After a shorter, but still intensive, second labor, Aileen, the whites of her eyes still showing, nostrils still flared and her breathing still heavy. The doe-colored mare turned her head to see what she had desperately hoped to never see again… a stillborn. However, it wasn’t just one, but two stillborn fillies that graced her vision. Her chest was sore… tears were beginning to spill over from deep chocolate pools. How could this happen… she had done absolutely everything she could… Aileen was suppressing the noise that came with crying… when a sudden miracle happened with no warning.
Somewhere, deep in the forest, Aileen felt a single tree, one of Aileen’s sisters, gave her life and one of the little forms gave a small cough before beginning to take air into her lungs. Quickly as she could muster, Aileen stood, and she still felt her heart ache when the smaller of the two still wasn’t alive, but, perhaps as another mercy from her fellow tree spirits, the white roses that made up the small form’s tail began rapidly blooming up from and covering her body, until all that remained of the younger twin was a patch of white roses. The tears that once fell so quickly slowed as the mare stared at what remained from her youngest… who was amongst the heavens now. But a soft bump at Aileen’s leg reminded the woman of the trees she had another little one to care for.
Those tears, once of sorrow, now spilled out of graditude, and a soft sound, barely a whisper, slipped past the dryad’s lips. “Thank you….” This solemn moment of quiet, mother and child, would likely be broken in a few moments by the father… but for a moment, it was simply Aileen, her newest little girl, and those white roses swaying gently in the summertime breezes. Pale flowers that would be there forever more to remind where the little girl had graced the world for mere seconds, too kind to leave a corpse for her parents… the pale colors, still blurred by tears reminded Aileen of a different kind of flower. Not a rose, but the innocence and purity of the lillies.
“Yuri… Yuri… you are too kind… thank you…”
A small turn of her head, and Aileen was staring at the surviving twin, painted with silvery colors similar to the brook that was so close to the pair, and spoke once more, a bit louder than before.
“I love you… I love you so much.”
Aileen would atone for her previous missteps and give this child the best start she could manage… but the quiet remained… the beautiful near-silence that would be broken in time by another that was dearly cared about within Aileen’s heart. Rhaego - the father, the one thing that was missing, and he would be there soon.
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