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Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.3hh :: 6 Years 3 Months HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE
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Sometimes, Hotaru would stay awake at night, her neck draped over Arya's hips in their little cavern. She would contemplate the scar on her daughter's neck, the story her daughter had sobbed into her skin. Hotaru had never really loved anybody aside from the babe tucked close to her side, not even her sister or her parents. Yet when she thought of Déodat, when she imagined the fate that could have met him out on the ice, trying to protect the beautiful girl they'd made together...she would wonder if maybe she could have loved him, had she been born different. Unbroken. He had given her the greatest treasure in the world, after all. And though she had never really been inclined towards monogamy, to loving anybody at all, she had seen in him something valuable, something pure. He was a good man, and he had given her a daughter that had changed her world and taught her how to love again. Breathing softly against Arya's hip late at night, sometimes she would send a prayer up for him. For him to return home someday, for him to be alive, or for his death to have been quick and merciful. Though it was not late at night, she and Arya had retired to their cave for a quick nap together, needing the nearness after Hotaru had been gone once again. Yet still, she found herself unable to sleep, her mind abuzz with thoughts of Déodat once again.

One of the nearby caves clicked and echoed with the passing of someone, and Hotaru's ears pricked as she opened her eyes lazily. Realizing she wouldn't be getting any sleep, she carefully untangled herself from her daughter's clinging frame and pressed a soft kiss to the soft point behind her daughter's ear in silent goodbye as she turned and trailed out of their cave. She was feeling nostalgic, with her thoughts of Déodat, and so her slim hooves carried her onward without her guiding them, walking a trail of memories. Playing with her daughter, watching Arya and Mira play with Odette, watching Déodat spar with his warriors...and even newer memories, ones that had written themselves into the earth nearby the caverns where Arya and Hotaru slept. Her mind caressed them each as she recalled them, savoring and cherishing them. Years ago, she never would have believed how much her life could have changed, could have improved.

She never believed she could be as happy as she was.

Still, she often wished that Déodat was there, if not for Arya then for Hotaru. He had not been her mate, but they had a simple understanding of each other. They had been friends, once upon a time. Happily not together, she'd often amused herself with. They worked well together, raising Arya, and her daughter's tale of what had happened between the group that had attacked the filly and Déodat seemed to always cross her mind.

The lake was gleaming beneath the rays of the sun. It reminded her of the morning when she'd given birth to Arya. It had been her favored spot, after all, and she had meticulously prepared it before that morning. When her mind would not quiet, she would return to its shores, if only to bask in that memory. It was one of her happiest days, after all.

Except somebody else was already there.

Hotaru nearly turned and left, not wanting to share her sanctuary with anybody else. Except...she looked once more, and her eyes widened to see a familiar furry form bounding across the snow, tongue lolling happily. And at her side...Hotaru sucked in a gasp, feeling suddenly dizzy with the weight of her revelation.

"Déodat?" she whispered, as if she couldn't possibly lift her voice any higher.

Turning, she strode tentatively towards him, hesitant and unsure. Was it really him? Could it really be?

And then all at once she was running, sprinting across the snow towards him. "Déodat!" she called, her heart beating a mile a minute, as if it were determined to burst through her chest. Skidding as she attempted to stop, snow exploded around her in her passing as she whirled to stop his progress, facing him. She advanced, getting into his face, not sure if she wanted to hit him or scream at him or cry.

So she did all of them.

Ducking her head, she jumped at him, a mere lunge to try and butt her head against him. "You idiot!" she choked out, eyes moist and voice strangled with emotion. "You left! We thought you were dead!" Her voice wavered, because it hadn't just been Arya who had missed the brute, but her too. Not that she desired to admit that.

"We thought that...we...I thought..." her words broke apart, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. Did he know how much he meant to her? Perhaps she didn't love him, but she cared. As much as she wanted to be angry at him for Arya's sake alone, she simply couldn't. He'd grown on her without her realizing. Sucking in a breath to try and calm herself, she shook her head to try and hide her emotions, her tears. "Where have you been? What happened?" There, that was better.

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Messages In This Thread
Home - by Déodat - 01-26-2015, 01:54 AM
RE: Home - by Hotaru - 01-26-2015, 02:46 AM
RE: Home - by Saffron - 01-30-2015, 02:17 PM
RE: Home - by Déodat - 02-05-2015, 04:04 AM
RE: Home - by Hotaru - 02-22-2015, 09:00 PM

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