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Rasta was never truly out of Alleo's sight. The stallion took his promise to her seriously and often trailed at a great distance so she wouldn't notice him, but he watched her and he made sure no one ever posed a threat. After losing her during the mass exhodus of the caves he had become even more serious in his watchdog efforts. He moved quietly some distance away from Rasta's pale figure as the mare headed toward the waterfall. Why she wanted to go there he was unsure of mostly because he remembered her trying to drown him in the water when the Foothills had been the Foothills and not the Hidden Falls. He rolled his eyes at the name change of the land, but continued about his protective duties nonetheless. Hooves planted firmly in the grass when Rasta went down near the edge of the water. Panic lanced his heart at first as he automatically assumed the worst had happened, but she made no call of distress. There was no flailing that was typical of a horse that went down and didn't want to. Perhaps she was as tired as he was and simply wanted to rest. So he stayed where he was and watched over her. Time ticked by and after what he felt enough had passed he approached, steps quiet and his breathing even moreso. She looked so very peaceful and serene with her mane spread out in the grass and her face free of worry and anxiety. The stallion was put farther at ease by the gentle sway of the grass at her muzzle that he took, along with the rise and all of her sides of course, as her breath. His head rose and he glanced around the meadow and the different colored wildflowers that dotted the landscape. There was a gentle flick of his tail and he walked away. Alleo's teeth snipped the stems of the wildflowers and one after one he gathered them. Yellow, pink, purple, orange, and blue. He carride them back to the sleeping mare and placed them on the ground near her so that he could weave them one at a time into the silken tresses of her mane while she slept. When he was done he touched his muzzle to her own muzzle and breathed softly. "Rasta..." He whispered her name and at the same time moved his muzzle to her ear to tickle it with his whiskers. "." Alleo even when you're crying you're beautiful too the world is beating you down, i'm around through every mood |
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[PRIVATE] !! Slow Motion [Alleo]
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!! Slow Motion [Alleo] - by Rasta - 04-20-2014, 06:53 PM
RE: !! Slow Motion [Alleo] - by Alleo - 04-21-2014, 09:25 PM
RE: !! Slow Motion [Alleo] - by Rasta - 04-21-2014, 10:43 PM
RE: !! Slow Motion [Alleo] - by Alleo - 04-27-2014, 08:06 PM
RE: !! Slow Motion [Alleo] - by Rasta - 04-28-2014, 10:48 PM
RE: !! Slow Motion [Alleo] - by Alleo - 05-01-2014, 09:23 PM
RE: !! Slow Motion [Alleo] - by Rasta - 05-25-2014, 12:12 AM
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