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06-04-2017, 08:08 AM
esinakh and sachi
Though Esi knew she had grown and changed, even in the relatively brief span of time since her departure from the Throat, she didn’t truly know it until she was faced with her twin.
He was massive. So much larger than the long limbs and foalish neck she remembered him by. Brows knit together in surprised concern—he looked so different. So grown—did she look like that? Though she was concerned with dirt and filth, she was less concerned with her physical appearance. Thus, her filling into womanhood was lost on her. But Rak…Rak was swelling into manhood, and the young mare wasn’t quite ready for that change.
Her ears tilted back in anxiety—though she could not deny the relief that rushed through her as Rak’s musky, homey scent invaded her senses. And the warmth from his muzzle and breath in her mane tilted her lips in an even larger smile, calming her too-pale eyes and lightening her face. “Hello Rak,” was her response, muffled as she buried her nose into his shoulder. His strong, smooth, perfectly grey skin—home.
A long pause met his question—long enough for Sachi’s protective and curious lemur-hands to reach down and attempt to grab and stretch Rak’s nostrils that breathed so close to her in her Esi’s mane. There was no malice in her motions, just watchfulness and possessiveness. Her long, fluffy tail curved around Esi’s withers, as if to reaffirm her own stake in the strange mare’s life in the face of Esi’s overwhelming relief at seeing her twin once again.
“Esi in the bamboo,” was her quiet, and simple, reply. Though much of the Green Labrynth was a nightmare for the mare—so many haphazard poles shooting up through earth; chaotic shadows and a maze to get lost in. From the air, however, she had found a stand of perfectly ordered bamboo; as if someone had carefully planted it. Each shoot equally distanced from the other…it had been the perfect place of solitude for the mare to hide.
“Esi need…space, alone,” there was an apology in these quietly bleated words, “Miss Rak, though.” And, again, she pushed into his shoulder, though this time with her whole head (perhaps not taking quite enough care of her sharp bull horns) and not just with her muzzle.
Sachi indignatnly barked from Esi’s back, however—quite at odds with her bonded’s happy reunion. Esi was not alone, the lemur seemed to imply. Not in the slightest.
He was massive. So much larger than the long limbs and foalish neck she remembered him by. Brows knit together in surprised concern—he looked so different. So grown—did she look like that? Though she was concerned with dirt and filth, she was less concerned with her physical appearance. Thus, her filling into womanhood was lost on her. But Rak…Rak was swelling into manhood, and the young mare wasn’t quite ready for that change.
Her ears tilted back in anxiety—though she could not deny the relief that rushed through her as Rak’s musky, homey scent invaded her senses. And the warmth from his muzzle and breath in her mane tilted her lips in an even larger smile, calming her too-pale eyes and lightening her face. “Hello Rak,” was her response, muffled as she buried her nose into his shoulder. His strong, smooth, perfectly grey skin—home.
A long pause met his question—long enough for Sachi’s protective and curious lemur-hands to reach down and attempt to grab and stretch Rak’s nostrils that breathed so close to her in her Esi’s mane. There was no malice in her motions, just watchfulness and possessiveness. Her long, fluffy tail curved around Esi’s withers, as if to reaffirm her own stake in the strange mare’s life in the face of Esi’s overwhelming relief at seeing her twin once again.
“Esi in the bamboo,” was her quiet, and simple, reply. Though much of the Green Labrynth was a nightmare for the mare—so many haphazard poles shooting up through earth; chaotic shadows and a maze to get lost in. From the air, however, she had found a stand of perfectly ordered bamboo; as if someone had carefully planted it. Each shoot equally distanced from the other…it had been the perfect place of solitude for the mare to hide.
“Esi need…space, alone,” there was an apology in these quietly bleated words, “Miss Rak, though.” And, again, she pushed into his shoulder, though this time with her whole head (perhaps not taking quite enough care of her sharp bull horns) and not just with her muzzle.
Sachi indignatnly barked from Esi’s back, however—quite at odds with her bonded’s happy reunion. Esi was not alone, the lemur seemed to imply. Not in the slightest.
@Arakh ~reunited and it feels so good~ :D
Please tag Esinakh.
