Emhyr & Khoshekh the keepers | ||
| Canis the advisor | Copperhead - Encelia - Hellfyre - Hemming - Kalypso - Nala - Zymora advisor's herd | |
| None captain of the guard | Aconite, Zircon the guards | |
| Eythora - Kohelet - Vhagar the herd |
Azarae -
Enid -
Enver -
Kalysto
Koi -
Orchid -
Solzeren
Zebella the foals | |
| Daciana [Cove] the allies | None the enemies | |
the rules
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Posted on May 27, 2024 at 04:34:12 PM by Sinaet
Her eyes watched him carefully as the stallion approached. She didn't know him or his name. She could only feel the call in her blood to feel his skin against hers, to run into the surf back to Salem. They could laze in the shade from the hot sun and learn the shape of each other in the dark desert night. Didn't she miss the heat of it? Her nerves thrummed as the paint came nearer, as the words fell from his lips into the space between them. The words that held a silky, persuasive promise.
The feelings rushing through her body were intense. Had she felt like this around Rougaru when they had met those years ago when she was new? Sinaet couldn't remember now if she had; that had been a different life. Thoughts of her first lover dissipated as the overo lingered near enough to breathe upon her skin. "You don't belong to Fell." A knowing entered her gaze as she met his and shook her head gently. She didn't belong here truly. Her son, Canis, had found a place here with his own mares with Fell's goodwill, his half-brother through his father Rougaru. There was nothing between her and Fell except perhaps respect for each other's positions.
"Do you want want to belong to me?" Sinaet wavered. She wanted to leave with him. Wanted to bask with him under the sun until his scent could be found in her every living memory. She didn't understand why, but she was willing to follow it. But to be owned? What had that ever provided her but isolation and neglect? Disregarded and left among the sands to raise a child or two largely alone. There was no doubt she was drawn to this younger male, but could he truly promise something different?
"Would you have me belong to you as any mare 'belongs' to a stallion?" Her eyes lidded, dropping to his pale lips as she yearned to reach forward. She could survive here in the frigid north, but she wanted to live. To be known, to be cared for, to be challenged. Sinaet wasn't sure what she wanted him to say, how he could assure her, but she couldn't go back to the life she'd known. "Or is that something you offer all the girls?" Sinaet had slowly closed the space between them, her pale lips lingering near his maw. Headily she murmured, "What other promises would you give, I wonder." There is a humor somewhere in her voice, but it is faint.
The feelings rushing through her body were intense. Had she felt like this around Rougaru when they had met those years ago when she was new? Sinaet couldn't remember now if she had; that had been a different life. Thoughts of her first lover dissipated as the overo lingered near enough to breathe upon her skin. "You don't belong to Fell." A knowing entered her gaze as she met his and shook her head gently. She didn't belong here truly. Her son, Canis, had found a place here with his own mares with Fell's goodwill, his half-brother through his father Rougaru. There was nothing between her and Fell except perhaps respect for each other's positions.
"Do you want want to belong to me?" Sinaet wavered. She wanted to leave with him. Wanted to bask with him under the sun until his scent could be found in her every living memory. She didn't understand why, but she was willing to follow it. But to be owned? What had that ever provided her but isolation and neglect? Disregarded and left among the sands to raise a child or two largely alone. There was no doubt she was drawn to this younger male, but could he truly promise something different?
"Would you have me belong to you as any mare 'belongs' to a stallion?" Her eyes lidded, dropping to his pale lips as she yearned to reach forward. She could survive here in the frigid north, but she wanted to live. To be known, to be cared for, to be challenged. Sinaet wasn't sure what she wanted him to say, how he could assure her, but she couldn't go back to the life she'd known. "Or is that something you offer all the girls?" Sinaet had slowly closed the space between them, her pale lips lingering near his maw. Headily she murmured, "What other promises would you give, I wonder." There is a humor somewhere in her voice, but it is faint.
Sinaet
mare -- bay dun splash -- rhinelander x warmblood -- mother of Canis & Hemming
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- in the end, it doesn't even matter - By Raegar July 10, 2024 at 01:16:59 AM
- i'm stuck somewhere between mourning and dancing - By Sinaet July 15, 2024 at 09:31:17 PM
- in the end, it doesn't even matter - By Raegar July 23, 2024 at 10:38:11 PM
- i'm stuck somewhere between mourning and dancing - By Sinaet July 15, 2024 at 09:31:17 PM
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