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12-05-2015, 09:36 AM
He glanced sideways at the forcefully cheerful “True,” that his silver friend replied to him. But, aside from the scrutiny in his slightly narrowed eyes, he does not delve beyond the single syllable and it’s false agreement. They ways of infidelity are not new to the stallion, but in the same sense they are new. His ascension through bureaucracy in his homeland had been riddled with experiences of unfaithfulness. But that had been the adultery of others. Never had he encountered such a thing with a mare who held his own affections.
Not until Helovia.
He physically dislodged the thoughts with a rough shake of his shoulders and neck, thick crest and buzzed mane swaying with the motion. A long, low breath blew out of his black nostrils as he resettled his heavy, pale hooves in the warm soil of Tallsun. Once still, he studied the silver mare’s face for a few, long moments as she apologizes. There is no falseness in her throaty voice as she speaks, this time. Again, something stirs in his barrel. The same thing that had stirred when he though himself the sire of her foals and at her saying she’d be proud to have foals by him. Confoundedly confusing, his gaze traced the angular planes of her features, before coming to rest on her own, electrified blue gaze.
His dark blue eyes widened, though, as her next offer took to the small distance between their warm bodies. “No!” The low word leapt out of his mouth before he could stop it— the thought of Nyx and Rexanna speaking, and about him— a shudder runs through his silvered buckskin hide. Though he appreciated, and enjoyed, Nyx’s crude humor and blunt way of speaking, he did not think it would be welcome to Rexanna’s gilded ears.
He winced, knowing how ungrateful his instinctive outburst had sounded, “Not that I don’t appreciate the offer… I just don’t think now is good timing— perhaps a bit later? When the wound is not so fresh…” he sighed at the end of his fragmented, fumbling words. The sting would not leave, regardless of out old the wound was. Regardless, he leaned towards Nyx and aimed to bump in muzzle against her muscular neck in a silent thanks for her offer.
Not until Helovia.
He physically dislodged the thoughts with a rough shake of his shoulders and neck, thick crest and buzzed mane swaying with the motion. A long, low breath blew out of his black nostrils as he resettled his heavy, pale hooves in the warm soil of Tallsun. Once still, he studied the silver mare’s face for a few, long moments as she apologizes. There is no falseness in her throaty voice as she speaks, this time. Again, something stirs in his barrel. The same thing that had stirred when he though himself the sire of her foals and at her saying she’d be proud to have foals by him. Confoundedly confusing, his gaze traced the angular planes of her features, before coming to rest on her own, electrified blue gaze.
His dark blue eyes widened, though, as her next offer took to the small distance between their warm bodies. “No!” The low word leapt out of his mouth before he could stop it— the thought of Nyx and Rexanna speaking, and about him— a shudder runs through his silvered buckskin hide. Though he appreciated, and enjoyed, Nyx’s crude humor and blunt way of speaking, he did not think it would be welcome to Rexanna’s gilded ears.
He winced, knowing how ungrateful his instinctive outburst had sounded, “Not that I don’t appreciate the offer… I just don’t think now is good timing— perhaps a bit later? When the wound is not so fresh…” he sighed at the end of his fragmented, fumbling words. The sting would not leave, regardless of out old the wound was. Regardless, he leaned towards Nyx and aimed to bump in muzzle against her muscular neck in a silent thanks for her offer.
TEMBOVU
Beware the weight of a vengeful soul.
@Nyx do you still want to be tagged? Also, sorry for the delay!
Please tag Tembovu.
