[ ch AH tee ]
castillon & nephilim
▻ none (x none) ◅
She sees them and suddenly the jungle and beauty of the world she stood upon simply couldn’t compare to the compulsive heart-skip inspired by their appearance. She is older, though perhaps not necessarily wiser. She understands more, feels more, knows enough words to not sound quite as silly over that short time away from them. She has grown up, at least a little, and she has a new understanding of why her mind drifts to them so convincingly now. Tanhua, the wandering shamaness, had taught her that it was the natural way of things - although she said that her openness to multiple loves was an anomaly in some ways. Not any that was strong, not only the one soulmate, but two that might have been brothers in another life.
She hears them nickering and her replying whinny is a bright sound that carries like the birds in the jungle nearby. They are handsome, Nephilim thick and broad, Castillon lithe and sleek. The two flavors of the world best in her eyes. They offer their muzzles as they come and she runs her body along theirs as they all exchange touches and cooing nickers of greeting. Her twice kissed cheeks would have been rosy if she had been human, eyes yet batting softly closed as she sighs.
"We’ve missed you so much, Chati."
"We really have."
"You haven’t been waiting for us for too long, have you?"
She smiles, face turning to and fro to follow who speaks. Her golden eyes are so bright that the sands even seem dull in the sunshine. "I missed you both so, I do not like being parted in the winter." It is a testament to how their time in the seasons before the winter had changed her that she seemed uncomfortable thinking about the span of their distance. She had been so comfortable before in her solitude. That part of her they had taken, stolen away so that she ached to sweep against their barrels as she walked between. "I haven’t been waiting. I only just arrived." She hopes she is reassuring, though it felt like a lie when she’d been waiting for an entire season for this.
Her silvered body with it’s black points and primitive markings make her a dark contrast for them both, but she cannot help looking them both over from top to toe, lipping along their manes, tugging a lock of tail, squeezing herself finally between them with another but much bigger sigh than the first. "This feels right. Better. I missed this."
OF THE LOST ISLAND WILDS
▻ mare - indian country-bred horse - sooty black dun roan sabino splash - 14.1 hh ◅