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06-22-2014, 09:37 PM
The quiet of a moment of shared mirth between puppy and stallion is broken unexpectedly by a joyous shout of Puppy! and the small thunder of small, young hooves. It drew different responses from each half of this newly formed bond. Little Mikasi flipped himself back onto his paws and raced with equal youthful enthusiasm to meet the gangly-legged colt who sounded, and quickly appeared, gleeful to meet him. The pup bounced up onto his back legs, forepaws tucked against his chest when he reached up to lick at the colt's muzzle in merry greeting.
His partner lifted his head at first to just watch the youngsters meet, but an ear caught the unmistakable sound of a familiar voice rising in the wake of the colt's shout, and his green eyes swung over even his name was called. A warm smile curved his lips to see her, to hear the happiness in her voice. "Illynx!" His own voice, light and merry, lingered on her name as he watched her approach, and he inclined his head in a respectful but pleased greeting in response to her own nod.
His gaze shifted, almost inquiring, toward the young colt who was enraptured by the presence of the coyote, before returning back to the gold-touched mare who yet held a claim to his friendship. And he would have made some light, teasing quip, but her next words stopped him in his tracks. You have come home!
Home. Home. The word brought a lump to the chestnut's throat, and ache to his heart. Was that what he'd finally found? Was that what the happy, warm feeling he felt when he saw Illynx standing amidst the trees meant? That he'd found a home? He couldn't help but think back, back to Vanthra and his general and his shield-brothers and Marien. Marien, who'd laid claim to his heart for so many years. Who was... gone. All of them. Gone, disappeared to time and distance and perhaps the shades who'd taken over the lands where they'd thought to start over.
The memories brought a tear to his eyes, made that lump lurch higher in his throat and threaten to choke him. With a tremendous effort he forced it down, blinked away the moisture, and gave the GildedBlade his gamest smile. "Yes, home again." If she said that he was home, then surely, surely, it must be true. Why else would he keep coming back?
His partner lifted his head at first to just watch the youngsters meet, but an ear caught the unmistakable sound of a familiar voice rising in the wake of the colt's shout, and his green eyes swung over even his name was called. A warm smile curved his lips to see her, to hear the happiness in her voice. "Illynx!" His own voice, light and merry, lingered on her name as he watched her approach, and he inclined his head in a respectful but pleased greeting in response to her own nod.
His gaze shifted, almost inquiring, toward the young colt who was enraptured by the presence of the coyote, before returning back to the gold-touched mare who yet held a claim to his friendship. And he would have made some light, teasing quip, but her next words stopped him in his tracks. You have come home!
Home. Home. The word brought a lump to the chestnut's throat, and ache to his heart. Was that what he'd finally found? Was that what the happy, warm feeling he felt when he saw Illynx standing amidst the trees meant? That he'd found a home? He couldn't help but think back, back to Vanthra and his general and his shield-brothers and Marien. Marien, who'd laid claim to his heart for so many years. Who was... gone. All of them. Gone, disappeared to time and distance and perhaps the shades who'd taken over the lands where they'd thought to start over.
The memories brought a tear to his eyes, made that lump lurch higher in his throat and threaten to choke him. With a tremendous effort he forced it down, blinked away the moisture, and gave the GildedBlade his gamest smile. "Yes, home again." If she said that he was home, then surely, surely, it must be true. Why else would he keep coming back?
