Falls
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on September 6, 2020 at 02:05:18 PM by ylva
Ylva’s face brightens with a smile when her approach is received in a friendly manner. Immediately she feels at ease - much more so than she’s felt in the company of any stallion in the past year or two - for as her faith in the male species has dwindled, her appreciation for those of her own gender has only grown. She feels a kinship with them, knowing that they, too, have likely been through similar experiences to her own. She’s spent months and months regretting her failure to form any deep and lasting female bonds with anyone other than Solaris, who she’s not seen in years; perhaps this mare can help remedy that.
“I like it well enough,” she says vaguely in response to the taller mare’s question. “It’s nice to meet you, Marzanna. Having lived through Tinuvel’s winters, I don’t blame you for spending the season here.” Her dark eyes linger on the mare for a moment, and again she ponders what had brought her here. Which of the herds had she come from? Warsaw’s? Solomon’s? Goose’s? Or had another stallion come to stake his claim on a part of the island? Then the wind shifts, and Ylva catches a scent that makes her spine prickle. Her gaze swinging past Marzanna, she spies the familiar form of Solomon striding through the fog toward them as if Ylva’s thoughts had summoned him, his approach silenced by the thunder of the falls. Ylva does not miss the way Marzanna’s ears disappear into her flaxen mane. While Ylva does not display the same intensity of displeasure at Solomon’s appearance, her ears twist backwards briefly, before pricking forward, then twisting back again in quick succession, revealing the conflict of emotions rippling through her core. Briefly her eyes find Marzanna again, wondering. Solomon’s words confirm Ylva’s suspicions. He speaks to Marzanna with such intimate familiarity that Ylva’s stomach turns with embarrassment, and she considers leaving Solomon and Marzanna to their reunion right there and then, but something roots her in place: something like a strange protectiveness toward this mare she does not know. And maybe a little bit of a desire to be a thorn in Solomon’s side. Ylva’s eyes flick between the two until Solomon addresses her directly. It’s difficult to meet his eye - both because of the residual tension from their last meeting and because of the embers of desire his soaked body stirs within her - but she forces herself to do it anyway. She is calm and clear-headed today, unlike the day they had met some months before, when Ylva was in season, and she feels emboldened by the presence of the taller mare beside her. “And it seems you’re still interrupting my conversations,” she replies, her eyes glinting with a spark of bemusement. “How is it you two know each other?” she continues, as if the answer is not obvious. 6; norwegian fjord; red dun pangare; 14hh  |
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- comfort me with apples, for i am sick of love - By Solomon September 17, 2020 at 10:39:07 AM
- NO ONE SHALL BE GREATER THAN ALL; - By ERRANT September 23, 2020 at 10:04:25 PM
- bewitched by invisible forces - By marzanna September 26, 2020 at 04:09:33 AM
- NO ONE SHALL BE GREATER THAN ALL; - By ERRANT September 23, 2020 at 10:04:25 PM
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