08-29-2018, 09:58 PM
While the piebald stallion is not an expert at visually aging children, he's fairly certain that their daughter has been weaned. Kylin's scent has returned to the one he knows best, and as the kelpie runs his muzzle down the length of her neck, he is glad. Kypria had needed her, but the blue and gold stallion has never been the best at sharing. To discover what he had in Kylin only to have it locked away with her pregnancy had been infuriating.
Ivar doubts that Kylin is aware of this at all - he'd done his best to keep it from her. He'd taken out his frustrations on the nubile young queen of Nerine, distracted himself with the spotted Breckin.
Now though, there is nothing to worry about. He will not be depriving his child of nutrition if Kylin were not to wake after the hunt. The hunt. The need rises quickly and suddenly, and the gentle caresses he'd been placing upon Kylin's lavender hide become sharper, hungrier.
"I want you," He says quietly into the curve of her ear. Their daughter still dozes in the cave nearby, but she is old enough to be left alone. Nightfall will come soon, and Ivar doubts she will wake before dawn.
"Let's go for a swim," Ivar suggests, taking a step away from her. Closer to the water, which he can hear crashing on the shore just out of sight.
@[Kylin]
so basically what ended up happening is I started to write a short closer and it morphed into this, where the situation is exactly the same except now Kypria is magically almost a yearling instead of a newborn and we've time jumped lol
Ivar doubts that Kylin is aware of this at all - he'd done his best to keep it from her. He'd taken out his frustrations on the nubile young queen of Nerine, distracted himself with the spotted Breckin.
Now though, there is nothing to worry about. He will not be depriving his child of nutrition if Kylin were not to wake after the hunt. The hunt. The need rises quickly and suddenly, and the gentle caresses he'd been placing upon Kylin's lavender hide become sharper, hungrier.
"I want you," He says quietly into the curve of her ear. Their daughter still dozes in the cave nearby, but she is old enough to be left alone. Nightfall will come soon, and Ivar doubts she will wake before dawn.
"Let's go for a swim," Ivar suggests, taking a step away from her. Closer to the water, which he can hear crashing on the shore just out of sight.
@[Kylin]
so basically what ended up happening is I started to write a short closer and it morphed into this, where the situation is exactly the same except now Kypria is magically almost a yearling instead of a newborn and we've time jumped lol