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05-24-2016, 07:36 PM
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Ulrik was babysat by the shiny, hairy beast with the big horns around the Dragon's Throat, and his irritation grew with every step he took. Each second Essetia did not land in his sights was another second wasted. She could be anywhere by now, and this snail's pace was frustrating and he had to clench his jaw from making a rude and snappy remark which would most likely land his ass back on the other side of the water. Thus, he stayed quiet, bronze eyes searching from beneath dark lashes until he reached a shoreline. Kirchoff spotted her first and let out a plaintive howl, and Ulrik snapped his gaze upward. "She's down..." he said clearly in his head, no present emotion but obviously wanting to help his bonded. The stallion took off running then, toes gripping the sand as he completely ignored his escort, determined to get to the bay mare and ensure that she was all right. Muscles rippled beneath his black coat as he closed the distance, sliding to a stop some ways away before trotting inward, looking over her body with scrutiny. She was far too round about the middle and sweating. By her groans, she was uncomfortable, and it hit him square in the chest that she was pregnant and having children. Were they his? Ulrik blinked dumbly but his moment of shock was short lived. She needed him, or at least he hoped she wanted his help. "Essetia," he growled, watching her carefully and slowly kneeling by her head. The weight of his body was only somewhat graceful, and he lowered his own jaw until their eyes were nearly on the same plane. "What do you need me to do?" he asked honestly. He wouldn't leave her here, even if her child was not his. He had been serious those many months ago. She had whatever was left of his heart - for whatever it was worth. There was little she could do to hurt him now. |
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