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09-06-2015, 11:30 PM
@Enna :D
Cαλεβ ανδ Ηενριεττα
Henrietta was absent, Caleb lingering by the sentinels alone. The hound had enough of these night patrols Caleb had been continuously participating in, so she stayed behind to sleep like most animals do during the frigid night. Caleb, however is not like most. He is wide awake, running on a strange mixture of happiness and sadness, all while maintaining this vivid coldness. His eyes scanned the surroundings constantly, watching for intruders that may attempt attacks at night. Most of the fuel for his patrolling steamed from his desire to make a name for himself within the group of mountain unicorns, but slight of the fuel was not being able to sleep due to the haunting of his more recent actions.
He had been horrible and done horrible things. He had fucked half of the Aurora Basin, while actively pursuing the other half. A huge part of him wanted to find one mare in particular, one mare that lingered on his mind. He could so easily imagine her then, her light locks trailing her, brow carrying proud antlers, lashes decorating (once) innocent eyes. Then he imagines her belly, remembering the unmistakable swell of her sides when everyone had been fighting the bear god. He had thought she had gained weight due to all the food and snacks that returned with Birdsong, but could he have been wrong? Caleb knew it was a possibility she was pregnant, carrying his foals. That idea alone petrified, but warmed his coldness slightly. Children, a family, he wanted it. He wanted many children, a large, loving, family. Could he achieve the white-picket-fence despite this barrier of coldness her held up?
His jaw opened, dropping a large brown bag on the floor. His snout followed it to the ground, searching for one item in particular. When he felt the cool sides of the pink sapphire touch his sensitive snout, a lazy grin spread on his maw. Ears prick forward as his head retreats from the bag to it's natural position just as a certain scent is caught by his nose. She's here.
and often times we call a
man cold when he is only sad.
thoughts
"speech."
"speech."
▷ baylee ◁
