Posted on August 22, 2014 at 02:21:48 AM by Cut Up Angel
Although he does not speak it aloud, CUA can see the same confused questions coloring Soljor's mind that still haunt her own mind. Why was it that she stayed? True, she has become quite used to her life here in the Bay. Her once thin coat of silver furs, while still much thinner than Soljor's or even some of the other bulkier built mares in the Bay, has grown a bit longer and thicker than it once had been. No longer did she ponder escape routes, searching the island and its borders for any trace of a path that might aid her on an escape from Soljor's grasp. Now, she has come to know the land as though she were always apart of it and, in truth, she doubted that she would ever find another residence as suitable and serene as this one has become. He speaks now, closing the distance of space that separated them until they stood side by side, companions at ease to the eyes of distant onlookers. He speaks and my little bone child listens, her black tipped ears swiveling neatly atop her crown as the strong essence of his testosterone soaked scent envelops her senses. His husky voice is gentle as he falls easily into her pro-offered conversation, relaying to her information which she was already fully aware of. She had seen him here and there, a dot on the horizon as he had attempted to ward off the destructive caribou herds from their homeland. She had caught glimpses of him now and again, a fleeting shadow as he raced through the forests, proud head bent and teeth snapping at the heels of straying wolves. All in all he was a worthy defender, a protector that made good his silent oath to protect his herd and offspring from danger. Perhaps that more than anything else is what made her pause in her undying hate for him and give second chances a new wind. However his words do give her pause and her proud head raises a bit in concern. Strange tracks were not a good sign, an optimist like their daughter had become might think it nothing more than some friendly animal that grazed on grasses and was just passing through, CUA however was a realist like Soljor and a new predator was more likely the culprit and something that was unknown meant danger to not just the current foals from the past season that still resided here, but to mares already beginning to swell with new life. Herself included. She does not interrupt him however, but merely lets him continue the conversation, diverting away from less happy thoughts to more joyous conversation in the growth of their daughter. Harlequin was a pride. No doubt one day she would become less free spirited wild but that day was still long off. A tender smile touches the ashen lips of my silverlings delicate façade as her black gaze drifts towards the distant shores. She could not see the filly from here but she didn't doubt Soljor's words. The two toned girl had a fascination with the ocean and creatures hidden within that Cut Up Angel would never understand. "well indeed... she murmurs turning to settle and almost affectionate gaze upon the great stallion, "It is a habit she must have gained from you for I care for no part of the ocean." she adds with a light chuckle and a shake of her head, sending silken tresses tossed along the proud arch of her neck in a haphazard fashion. "I come from a place far different from this, where oceans and water are less easy to find. I have never had much fondness for water but I do not doubt that should the girl ever desire to test her skills at swimming... we would never see her again on dry land." she breathes stretching her muzzle forward to bump against the stallion's shoulder. It is a foreboding thought, and something that was sure to happen before to much longer but there was still time to linger upon it later. For now there were more pressing matters. Her tones shift now as she brings them back to the nagging thought that entered her mind since first he mentioned it. "Tell me more about the tracks." she begins, fixing voidless eyes upon Soljor, careful to hide any ideas of thoughts that might pass through her brain. If she were to do her own hunting or investigation into this possible new threat, now was the time. Although already her sides swelled with the unborn child of the black and white stallion, she was not cumbersome or slowed by the added burden as no doubt soon she would be. "What do they look like? Where did you see them? I traveled far and through many different lands before I ended up here... there is a chance I have come upon the same tracks before... I might be of some...help" she pauses at the last word for surely it would seem most strange coming from her own mouth. Since first their meeting she had sworn to stay away from Soljor, swore to find her freedom as soon as his child escaped her womb and yet here she was... actually making an effort. She had even dared to attempt to congregate with the others and perhaps even try to mend the tear that separated she and the great stallion. Maybe, slowly, they would find common ground... of course they had Harlequin and whatever child now grew within her womb, but for some reason she felt they needed something else. She needed to feel important to him. To feel needed or even wanted. the stars have fallen and the sky weeps |
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- LIVE TO TELL THE TALE - By soljor September 4, 2014 at 09:02:37 PM
- ashes to ashes, dust to dust; - By Cut Up Angel September 6, 2014 at 10:27:53 PM
- LIVE TO TELL THE TALE - By soljor September 7, 2014 at 07:04:40 PM
- [X] - By soljor October 20, 2014 at 11:03:22 PM
- LIVE TO TELL THE TALE - By soljor September 7, 2014 at 07:04:40 PM
- ashes to ashes, dust to dust; - By Cut Up Angel September 6, 2014 at 10:27:53 PM
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