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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    i've got some damn bad intentions - isobell
    #6
    bottom of the deep blue sea
    The dark lips of his khaleesi are still wearing a smile as she follows along with the little game. Ivar was certainly a man of surprises and he always managed to keep her entertained and interested over the years they have spent together.

    There is a glittering in his eyes that betray his typically placid demeanor. Isobell can feel the vibrations of his excitement and she can feel her heart nearly burst to witness his giddiness. It was a rare and precious moment to spend with the kelpie king. The pied mare is happy to drift the warm waters with her mate.

    A pewter eye watches how the sea grass below lazily drifted in the clear waters. Isobell is not sure she would ever tire of Ischia as it had been far better than Ivar could have promised but now he had another surprise for her. The fan of ehr billowing tail keeps her close to the azure and ivory stallion as they draw upon the soft sands of his secret destination. Isobell can feel a flutter in her belly and she can feel her adoration for Ivar grow. He still managed to make her heart go pitter-patter.

    'For you.' Her silver eyes are already on the object. Isobell steps closer to the egg, her eyes growing wide, stunned by it's beauty. It a delicate thing that glitters as she approaches it cautiously with her head dipped close. She traces it's shape, admiring the small clusters of color that pop against it's largely pale base. "Ivar..." Isobell coos  as she turns to look upon her husband with excitement, a grin across her lips, wiggling where she stood. Iso places a kiss upon his cheek rather quickly before she is next to the egg again, kneeling near it and wrapping the length of her long equine tail around it protectively. "What do you think is inside?" The woman raises her face towards his, a girlish wonderment glowing in her silver eyes. Iso presses an ear gently to the surface, nudging the egg delicately to see if there was a reaction. It was deliciously warm from the sun and it's scales were smooth to the touch. Isobell does not try to hide her curiosity and relishes in the gift from Ivar.
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    RE: i've got some damn bad intentions - isobell - by Isobell - 02-09-2019, 05:34 PM



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