Posted on September 6, 2014 at 10:27:53 PM by Cut Up Angel
Cut Up Angel smiled warmly towards the large black and white stallion at her side, emotionless black eyes blinking up at him from beneath the thick veil of ivory lashes that flutter softly against her cheeks. Despite her initial description of him, he was not quite the brute she first imagined him to be. The more time she spent with him, the more she began to realize just how much of kindred spirits they truly were. He laughs now, a deep rumbling chuckle that draws a delighted smile from her own lips as he speaks of his mother and perhaps that being the origin of Harlequin’s love of the ocean and what life lay beneath its surface. ”Yes, perhaps your mothers spirit has found some hold on our dear daughter.” she says her own lilted chuckle shuddering through her swollen barrel as her proud head is given a shake, alabaster locks settling in tangled disarray along the elegant curve of her neck, ”If you remember well enough I hate the ocean and as far as I know none of my family has ever been fond of the water.” she purrs in amusement letting her mind drift back to that day not all that long ago that had found her standing in the shallows dripping with water and wet sand. No doubt she had looked more akin to a drowned rat than any equine of noble blood as she believed herself to be. But with that image came back the utter hatred and disgust she had felt for him and his manner in which he had obtained her and thus she is quite happy when his husky voice draws her back to the present and away from such ill emotions and regrettable memories. A single audit twitches as he speaks again, dreading much like herself of the day in which would come much sooner than later in which Harlequin would find herself leaving home in search of a place of her own. My dear little bone child finds herself truly surprised to see the look of sadness that flickers across the hansom stallion’s dark brown eyes. Although he had not spent nearly as much time with Harlequin as he had Stardust, he had spent more time with the girl than some of his other children and while his normal stallion duties kept him from spending much time with the foals, she had not quite expected to see the amount of sadness in his eyes. Truly it touched her and she could not help but to press her small ash dusted muzzle into the curve of his neck, her hot breath breathing softly into his warm skin. ”The day is closer than you think… as it is for several of the others as well…” she speaks, her voice void of its usual venomous sarcasm. ”Have… have you considered how it will be handled?” she begins again, drawing her muzzle back once more to fix him with her depthless black eyes, a single brow arching curiously, wondering in what manner she should tell her daughter for she would not have the girl left in the dark on such situations involving her future. ”Will you pick them each out a home or merely let them leave on their own accord to make their way to an unknown future on their own time?” she asks her voice cut short as once more the child within her womb kicks out against her ribs. Despite having several months left to go in her pregnancy already she was as big as she had been when she was due to her time with Harlequin, which told her that either she was going to have an extremely large foal or perhaps even twins. From the numerous kicks she got on a pretty regular basis, she tried to think positively in that order but she still found herself dreading the cumbersome months to come even more than usual. The conversation switches once more to back to a seriousness of a different matter and my little silverling listened intently as Soljor described the prints of the mysterious animal he discovered in the snow. Her brow furrowed in confusion as she listened and tried to let his words paint a picture in her mind as to the print and rummaged through her knowledge of the forests and creatures within to try and match an animal to the print. Despite herself she was coming up quite blank as well. She sighed heavily and shook her head in confusion, ”I am sorry but I don’t believe I have ever heard of such an animal but I do agree with you. Claws usually mean predator.” she murmurs twitching her unusally long tail against her hocks in annoyance. She had hoped to offer some help to him, prove herself useful in one manner or another but it would appear as though she was not much help in this situation. A coy smirk plays across her delicately beautiful features as he encourages her to be careful and despite herself she cannot help the snarky sarcastic remark that rolls smoothly from her lips. ”Do I look like I am in any shape to go chasing off after some strange new threat?” she asks, ending in a gentle chuckle, her ashen lips tugging at a straying strand of his mane, ”I am not that foolish. I will warn the others to stay away from the northern border as well.” the stars have fallen and the sky weeps |
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