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springtime surprises - Najya - 02-27-2017 She had been hesitant to bring the children across the bridge. However she felt selfish for keeping them in the Throat. For one there was such a big world outside the desert and she didn’t ever want to be the one responsible for depriving them of that. But never before had she been so afraid of losing someone. Everything changed once she met them, once they started to develop such amazing, unique personalities. She would never forgive herself if she was the one responsible for putting them in any sort of danger that she knew was avoidable. So she made sure that she would keep them well clear of the marshes, and A’mal watched carefully from above for any sign that something was amiss. But exploration was not the reason that she and the children traveled north. She could not, in her right mind, keep the twins away from their father. As soon as she had realized she was pregnant, she had loved them and she fell more and more in love with them each and every day. She knew it was foolish to expect the same of Gaal, but she wouldn’t deprive him of the opportunity to know his children. She was troubled by the fact that she didn’t even know where to find the stallion, embarrassed even that she had allowed herself to be so foolish. But she could never bring herself to say she regretted what had happened. Especially not now that her days were filled with baby-laughter and the sound of tiny footsteps following her own. It certainly complicated the situation, that she didn’t know if he belonged to a herd of if he was more apt to wander, so she ultimately made the decision to head for the meadow. She figured they’d be far enough away from the marshes, and near enough to the herdlands that they’d have some expectation of finding him or someone that knew him. That and it was where Najya had lived before she had found a herd, so maybe other outcasts were drawn to the area too. Still, it did little to quell the little mare’s anxiety. She had regained her strength after the birth, but she still worried about her capacity to protect both of the twins should they run into something particularly sinister. A’mal picked up on her bonded’s anxiety, and the little dragon had hatched her own plan as they traveled north. I find him, she said simply, as she swooped down low to land on the branches of a nearby tree. I find and bring here, she said, gesturing to the area between the tree where she rested and the little creek in front of them. Najya opened her mouth to protest, but knew that A’mal’s idea was for the best. She just hoped that A’mal had some luck in locating the large stallion and that he wouldn’t be too upset at the idea of being beckoned. Without any further instruction, the little dragon took off again for places unknown, traveling further from her bonded then she’d ever been before. In the meadow, the little mare could only wait and see, turning her attention back to the two fillies who had become her whole world. @Graasvoel obvi you can PP whatever you want with A'mal finding him @Melita (idk if you want to post until after dad shows up xD) RE: springtime surprises - Melita - 02-27-2017
@Clementine RE: springtime surprises - Clementine - 02-27-2017
RE: springtime surprises - Graasvoel - 03-26-2017 fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture.
The vulture’s wings soared, sweat forming a patchwork of deep mahogany amid his this russet coat—but the dry air he soared in evaporated away any dripping moisture. He flew towards the Edge, returning from the Isles, his mind full of dark skin with bluish undertones; of electric eyes and sparking energy—so the abrupt appearance of the white dragon caught the soaring giant quite off guard. His great span flapped quickly as he stalled to avoid hitting the scaled creature, heavy body quickly dropping a few feet before his flared feathers regained his aerial equilibruim. “Vervloek dit, draak,” was his grunted curse as the great musculature of his chest labored to keep him aloft. As said before, his great body was meant for soaring, not flapping or any feats of aerial dexterity. But the small, white reptile was determined, her glinting claws and sharp gaze an obstinate indication to Gaal that he best follow her. Briefly, his gaze turned towards the west, seeing the glint of the sea above white cliffs he now thought of as home—strange; when had he began to yearn for the Edge? Then again, A’mal meant Najya. And Nayja meant… well the last time, Nayja had meant a happy ending for all involved parties. And the vulture was never one to deny a beautiful woman. So down he spiraled, slowly ascending towards the Thistle Meadow, red-hot eyes eagerly lighting upon the russet curves and ivory locks of the woman whose body he had intimately known. A raptor’s gaze roved over every white-specked birdcatcher spot upon her thin, satin skin (particularly those on her flank)— “To catch all the butterflies!” But his sharp gaze was not left long to lustfully linger on the healer’s curves, for a sweetly youthful voice shattered into the vulture’s reality. His starkly white, large skull swung towards the frolicking foals as his feathered hooves landed heavily in the Birdsong’s lush greenery. His hot gaze was wide, non-plussed, confused. The black skin around his eyes made the starkness of his white-rimmed eyes that much more prominent. One was a gentle auburn, sun-bleached along her back and graced with stripes of cream along her withers and limbs. Butterflies flocked around her, and a sweet smell wafted towards his flared, shocked nostrils. This was the one that had shouted into his world. The other damned his reality even more—by her wings. Her coat was a similar orange-red to his own, her foal-fuzz mane and bottle-brush tail as dark as his own, and her wings… their baby feathers were a similar mottled assortment—his own instinctively flexed into his flank, as if blocking out that truth that shouted from the twin girls’ genetics. His agape, bearded mouth motioned to make noise, but then snapped shut as he remained astonished and mute. He blinked a few times, bewildered eyes seeking something—anyhting— from Nayja’s honeyed hazel. Anything to suppress the rising panic that threatened his throat, mind, and chest. “Wha—what is the meaning of this?” he finally croaked out in his gruff voice. Vervloek dit, draak = Damnit, dragon graasvoel I'M SORRY THIS IS A MONTH LATE ;-; @Melita @Najya @Clementine RE: springtime surprises - Najya - 04-03-2017 Found him! A’mal reported, though the little dragon was not yet in Najya’s line of sight. Uncertainty bloomed in Najya’s gut, wondering if she was right to have brought the children here...to have orchestrated this entire situation. Come willingly, A’mal added, as if to somehow assuage the little mare’s worries. Instead she stepped out from beneath the arms of the tree and turned her gaze skyward. The children were utterly oblivious to what was about to transpire, giving Najya more time to pour over the what-ifs and potential outcomes of this little rendezvous. She let out a soft sigh as the figures appeared on the horizon and said a silent prayer for a positive outcome, even though she wasn’t particularly religious. Moments like this, however, could make her a follower of whoever could provide her with guidance. A’mal landed in the lowest branch of the tree, so as if to offer her bonded some privacy even though she’d still be privy to the entire conversation - just in case. But Najya said nothing as Gaal approached. She simply watched and attempted to read the expressions in his gaze. His bewilderment, the discomfort, was like an arrow to her heart but she did understand. So before he could say something more - something that cut her to the bone - she finally parted her lips to speak. “I think you know,” she said, quietly. Her voice was still patient, calm, for she understood what a shock this must be. She hadn’t considered the possibility of a pregnancy after the night they’d spent together, but she’d had considerably longer to adjust to the idea of children resulting from their encounter. Since the moment she’d felt them moving, she couldn’t bring herself to regret anything that had transpired. However, a flicker of irritation burst to flame as A’mal found herself upset that the large stallion was seemingly less than pleased at the situation. Najya was willing to offer the stallion the opportunity to compose himself, but A’mal was instantly protective of the girls who she was already irrevocably attached to. From her branch above the trees, the little dragon struggled to retain her composure. Najya found that her ability to reassure both her bonded and Gaal drew her control very thin - but she pressed on. She did not hesitate or allow for awkward silences as she did during their last encounter. She delved right into the heart of the issue. “I would have come to find you sooner, but after everything that happened with the Kaos God, I was unwilling to risk them.” Her gaze was drawn for the girls, who she knows will be drawn to Gaal soon enough simply because he is a face they do not know, “But I was unwilling to deny you the opportunity to meet your children, so here we are.” Her gaze snapped back to the the large pegasus now, and though she had to look up at him to meet his gaze, in this moment she finally felt as if she stood on equal footing with the great stallion. “However, if you want nothing to do with them - with us - go now, before you can hurt them. Because they’re extraordinary, Gaal, and I won’t have them hurt,” she said, quietly, unwilling to be overhead by curious ears, but there was a fierceness in her words and her eyes that was undeniable. She would do anything to protect her children from harm. Anything. But she knew Gaal deserved a chance. @Graasvoel @Melita RE: springtime surprises - Melita - 04-04-2017
@Clementine @Graasvoel RE: springtime surprises - Graasvoel - 06-03-2017 fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture.
It was like he was swimming beneath the waves with Kisamoa once again. Everything was sluggish—his mind, the fluttering of butterfly wings around the fillies— and sounds were distorted—“…that happened with the Kaos God, I was unwilling to risk them.” The idea of not wanting to risk children…it was odd to Gaal. It hinted at some deep, maternal love; something he had felt only in short spurts and seen in mere glimpses from his birth mother. His step-mother had shown him none; and his father…well, he had Gaal in plenty of harm’s way. So the giant vulture remained stock-still, red-hot eyes wide and unblinking as he stared at the frolicking fillies. Though his starkly white ears remained trained on Najya, listening to every word as if it would save him from this roaring, looming, panicked blackness in his mind and chest. “…you the opportunity to meet your children…” His ears twitched. His eyes blinked. “…meet your children…”” His body jerked. His eyes widened as the winged filly slowly sidled closer to he and Najya. “…your children…”” He could not look away from the winged filly’s smile. He couldn’t find any words, his gruff voice had abandoned him. Instead, aching heat burned in his throat while colors wobbled around the vision of a child (a daughter) that was suddenly talking to him. And it was her words that shattered through his frozen state—and he did shatter. Pieces fell apart within him; walls built by a loveless foal hood came tumbling down in his chest. His hide spasmed, legs beginning to tremble as instinct roughly flew out his massive wings and flapped them laboriously, whipping the long grasses in a sudden windstorm. “Geen,” was his only word, pushed out on a rough and forced exhale by the pure force of his pumping wings as he took to the skies. “Because they’re extraordinary, Gaal, and I won’t have them hurt.” Nayja’s words echoed and shouted through his skull as he escaped. He couldn’t be a father. He couldn’t do to those sweet, bright-eyed fillies what had been done to him. “I won’t have them hurt.” Geen = No graasvoel @Najya @Melita @Clementine |