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06-29-2016, 10:56 PM
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Xolani pain is an illusion, this is just a bruisin' Even of platonic love, the mare knew little, for her homeland had left her desperately deprived of even the simplest forms of affection. Her mother and father, two creatures who (by all accounts) should love her unconditionally, despised her. To them, Xolani was naught but a reminder of everything that they hated. She was too plain, too quiet, too dull. She wasn't special. There was nothing that made her stand out, and they hadn't taken the time to get to know the intelligence behind her pale blue eyes. To them, she was a nuisance. To her, they were a pair of horses that would never be pleased, no matter how hard she tried. She remembered vividly a time when she was about four months old: her mother had long since abandoned suckling the babe, and since custom dictated that it was immoral to starve one's offspring to death, they had invested in a nurse mare. The peasant horse was kind in her way, though she was not particularly nurturing. Having lost her own child, she was stuck in a cycle of despair. In any case, the young mute had worked with her nurse mare one day to gather up the prettiest flowers they could find to present to her mother. Perhaps, she had reasoned, if she gave her mother something pretty, the aloof mare would see that she wasn't entirely useless. The girl had worked tirelessly to put together the surprise in a common area that her mother was sure to see. When the time came, she stood proudly alongside the bright hues of the petals, her ears perked eagerly towards the approaching form of her mother. The mare had swept in, distaste and disdain evident on her features. She had paused, given her daughter a long, disgusted look - and then she had sniffed and turned away, stalking silently from the room without a backward glance. She never even looked at the flowers. Xolani's hopes of repairing her broken family life had been snuffed out. She had grown used to solitude, though loneliness had plagued her ceaselessly. When she had arrived in Helovia, she had never dreamed to find affection or acceptance, much less some semblance of what she had only heard of: love. And yet... here she stood, in a gently glowing room of flowers, with a waterfall cascading softly in the background, completely entranced by a stallion who had offered her not only a home, but a part of himself as well. (Or, at least, she imagined that he was doing so by bringing her here.) Still, she hesitated, balanced precariously on the edge of that great abyss. To love, she had long since learned, was to prepare oneself for loss; and yet she could not bring herself to turn away that affection that Ilios offered so freely. She was bound by her desperation, called to him in her time of greatest need simply because he was there, endlessly appearing and offering her comfort, guidance, adoration. Was it love? Perhaps not. Our sweet Xolani couldn't tell the difference. She barely heard his question, her heart was racing so loudly in her ears. She blushed when she noticed the way he stared at her, grinning at the risqué images dancing across her pelt. No, I'm sorry, I'm not - But he wasn't appalled. In fact, he seemed rather... excited. Sharp nips traced her shoulder, his soft muzzle pressed against her skin: every touch elicited the same anticipatory shiver. If she had been able, she might have whimpered with need; as it were, she exhaled sharply with each additional click of his teeth upon her hide. She was filled with a deep longing that she couldn't explain, an instinctual desire that drove her to press her body closer to him, slipping along his side. She was afraid, of course - afraid that she was imagining thing, afraid that he wouldn't want her after all, afraid that if he did want her that it would hurt. She was afraid of much and more, and yet it was all drowned out by the sound of her heartbeat in her ears, the feeling of her pulse pounding through her veins, the hungry gleam in his eyes that was, no doubt, matched by her own blazing gaze. As he moved around her, she pressed against him with a sharp gasp... Fade to black. Think think think. |
@Ilios - uh so this kind of got away from me a little xD
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