| AilillCream Gold Champagne Sabino : Lord of Paradise : LydenXTaytim |
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It was a day the rains had ebbed to a gentle misting compared to the downpours that had been saturating the island for the last season. The monsoons were slowly starting to blow themselves out and he seasons coming to a change. Crystal clear blue waters had started to calm, the fury of the storms releasing their grips on the waves. Standing a little taller than he once had, having grown a little older, Ailill looked out over the waters, snorted softly before stepping into the salty water. He did not know where exactly he was heading, but he knew who he wanted to find. Old enough to know he was foolish, but young enough to still be hopeful he pulled himself onto the rocky shores of Tunivel. His body still held telltale signs of his youth, flesh still holding thin layers of foal flesh over the muscles that would soon form to strong lines. Since his foal-hood, the soft creamy gold of his body had deepened, making the bubbling white socks and a white snout and blaze of his face stand out against the soft yellow gold. His lighter mane and tail had started to grow, leaving behind the seasons of curly tufts and reaching towards years of a whipping white gold banner. Not yet in his prime he showed pide, potential, and promise. Boldly he stepped along the trails of the Inlet, his head high though falling occasionally to look at the interesting flowers that were so different from the huge constant blooms that dotted the world of Paradise. They were lovely, but not what his silver blue eyes sought. No, once his eyes fell on her buckskin form he knew he had found what he was looking for. Once again a small snort issued from his nose along with a gentle whinny of greeting. His head held high he stepped forward Amica his ears forward and nose reached out to her. “Sweet lady.” He said with a smile in his voice and a bow of his head. “Do you remember me? We were promised a dance among the fairies and forests.” His body shifted and he tossed his mane from his face. His time in Paradise had given him a confidence that was nearly palpable. Light eyes shined from his face at Amica until a soft whinny at her side tore his attention away from the mare who had first given him respect. Ostara had been poking around the tall grasses of the tundra. The cold of the winter had long dissipated, but there was still occasionally a crisp spring breeze in the air. She loved trotting around in the grasses and flowers, letting her dark mane and tail flicker in the winds. She sometimes poked a little too far from her sister and mother, but always came dashing ruefully back before either could truly know she had wandered away. This day she had been lingering fairly close by, rolling in the flowers she found. The sound of the older colt approaching had her on her feet in a moments notice and racing to her mother’s side. Not out of being protective, but intense curiosity. “Hello! Who are you?” Ostara shoved her nose into Ailill’s stunned face and immediately went about poking and prodding about his body. Ailill’s eyes went wide when he looked at the bay filly. Wider when his eyes fell onto the golden form of Khione. His pose of confidence faltered to one of pure surprise. “Who.... what....?” His ears flattened against his skull. Pagan. That other stallion had already danced with the buckskin mare. His heart clenched and his breathing deepened. He had wanted to show this mare his home, he wanted to run with her through the trees of the tropical forests. Looking at the fillies his head tilted to the side in curiosity at them. They were so young, and so small. They were a part of the woman who stood before him. His tail wisped through the air. They all clearly belonged to another stallion, he wanted so dearly to bring them all to Paradise. --- --- Pagan had been keeping a close watch on the herd, closer now that his daughters had taken it upon themselves to venture away from their mother. It was no secret to the stallion that Ailill had crossed into his territory. He remembered the young boy, and warily watched the colt come along trails of the Inlet. Wary, he stepped into the wind, making sure his strong musk carried over to the small group. He would let the colt have his fun, but he made sure they all knew the true guardian of the mare and fillies standing watch. |