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05-26-2013, 05:42 PM
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His silence was interrupted, but not by someone he didn't mind having it interrupted by. The mare of golden flesh and chocolate eyes drifts next to him, as if appearing out of thin air. She has a way of doing this, always finding him. He has been gone now for sometime, and he supposed she would have noticed, and she doesn't skip a beat in telling him so. Her whinny floats to ears like music notes, and he always loves hearing her alluring tone, only fit for him. Their love had lasted for a long time, and he still loved her. There was much for them to discuss. But as he looked at her now, he knew that there was something else to discuss. She was bigger, rounder. What did this mean? She must have found herself someone, someone else...but did that mean she was done with him. He couldn't hide the frown on his face, the sadness lingering in his eyes as he looked at her. Her words had little meaning for him, but he tried his best to play along, but he simply couldn't. "Angora...funny seeing you here. Yes, I'm afraid I haven't been around much. Family problems have gotten me into a fit, and I've been trying my best to deal with them, but it seems I'm not good enough...for anything, actually." Her tail flicks lazily at him, but in a split moment he can't let her touch him. He knows that if he does, he'll get too attached in that one moment, and all he wanted to say will be gone. He moves away in a sweep gesture, moving his head so it is slightly lowered while his body moves backwards, towards the abandoned shrines. His eyes are in place, staring at her with an intense gaze that has no meaning. He flicks his wings upwards, moving his hair as he does so, and it moves into the natural alluring place that it has gone so accustomed to, while this wings stand straight up as if on a golden perch. Green eyes shine now through his darkened hair as he continues to look at her, and speaks what is on his mind and his heart. "Angora. My dear, dear Angora. Give me your full attention, all of it. Give me your love, your passion, your anger, lust, hatred: all of your emotions. Give me your soul, your beauty, your body...your heart. I am not going to tell you, but I know in my own heart that I am the only stallion that is right for you, and together was have a connection deeper than anything I have ever experienced...with anyone. My dearest darling, please, take me. Be my love, so that I may treat you as the princess you are, the maiden you are meant to be...nothing else matters but us. Our time apart has done nothing but strength our bonds, and it was all I could ever think of was you, moving on with your life, without me there to protect and care for you. I was...and perhaps still am, a selfish stallion. I have made a lot of mistakes in my past, and my brother has done nothing but show me what a foolish creature I am. Though he was cruel to me in a way that I couldn't speak of to him, in a way I am grateful for such malice, as he has opened my eyes to a whole new world of life. There is much more to the world than what is under the lid; and I want to experience it all. But, I am still missing one key factor: you. You are the key to my heart, to my everything. I would be nothing without you, and I only now realize this. I have done things recently that I must come clean of. I don't expect you to forgive me, but I at least want you to know that I am so sorry." He looked down, his lungs losing air and refusing to take more. His throat formed a lump, and he was afraid, so afraid to tell her. What could he say? He was ashamed, cheating on her like she was nothing. He didn't even think of it, and it was so natural to him that he didn't even realize what a bastard he was. His own self loathing would do nothing to help him. He wanted to do nothing in that moment but run, but no he wouldn't. He already ran from her once, and that was a selfish thing that he would never do again. He had tried to keep that promise, and he knew he had failed. He would always be a failure, and now was the time to fix it. "I have children, with another mare. Twin boys were born of a mare of the Throat named Melissa. I have only seen them once, and as far as I know she hates me, and doesn't want them near me at all. I have slept with another mare, one named Adele. That is all I have done, and I plan on not doing anything else, but with you. I...I have nothing to say for myself. I am impulsive, I am worthless, and I am a terrible horse. Please, I beg for your forgiveness." He sank to his knees, looking at her with pleading eyes. His wings spread down at his side, shining a golden blue in the small reflections of the waters as the night came to sank to it's knees as well. He had given her everything, and he had hoped something had at least gotten through. {I'm setting this before he meets Biru.} |
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"Talk talk talk." |
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Am I the monster parents tell their children about at night? |
Loki and Angora, lines by tamme, colored by paddeh <3
