06-18-2023, 02:06 PM
"Ah, so you found me after all."
Something that should make her swell with pride, a meaningful type of excitement and yet she finds herself wallowing back down to disappointment. Should it be so easy to locate him, a stallion she's met only a handful of times, nonetheless she's ridden with resentment that she couldn't use this gift to find her twin, lost still. She tries her hardest to seem thrilled with seeing his face again, but the emotion seems to fall flat not reaching her features for the dark stud to admire. Must she be so cynical?
It appears that even magic has it's limits, her naivety, her hope that just maybe this gift would grant her a new beginning to past mistakes, but as usual Famkee falls too deep into her former life, ruining what's waiting for her inside the present. After all in her defense, the past is what shapes us into who we are, it's up to her to harness the power to decide how to grow, how to deal with what she's been given. A warrior, afraid of her own shadow, how painfully ironic. She opens and closes her lips like she wants to tell him the truth, squeezing the words. "I wouldn't say it was without difficulty, in fact it's infuriating." Her dark tail slaps her flank in annoyance, teeth sharply gritted with a subtle clench of her jaw. "It could be too early to tell, but it seems I'm still to learn how to find other lost beings of importance." A deep inhale accumulates in her chest but she doesn't let it release the tension, grasping at the fact that if she continues to fail what does that make her?
Her breath remains stuck as he takes the liberty of their closeness and ever so softly connects his muzzle to hers. Black tipped ears desperately want to flatten on impact, a knee jerk reaction she's had for physical contact from the opposite sex that has never shown kindness in the slightest. She's never been afraid to reject, but in this moment she doesn't feel distaste rotting in her throat, instead the warmth is pleasant. She doesn't fall into his touch like she wants to though, still tentative in his boldness, her reaction remains not as hostile as she would have thought. Instead she looks a bit awkward, never once feeling comfortable in any sort of intimacy. Though she knows he means well, it doesn't stop her from dragging a step backwards. He's saying more words of welcome but it's all fuzzy inside her head.
"T-thank you," She clears her throat lowering her head to the waters edge to hopefully drench the newfound dryness of her tongue. She doesn't keep her eye off him, golden eyes narrowing in on the expanse of his legs still halfway submerged. "It's quite peaceful, do you live here now Assailant?" Raising her head back to his eye level, the first genuine smile finds her lips, one that travels to her eyes. "How are the wings coming along?"
Something that should make her swell with pride, a meaningful type of excitement and yet she finds herself wallowing back down to disappointment. Should it be so easy to locate him, a stallion she's met only a handful of times, nonetheless she's ridden with resentment that she couldn't use this gift to find her twin, lost still. She tries her hardest to seem thrilled with seeing his face again, but the emotion seems to fall flat not reaching her features for the dark stud to admire. Must she be so cynical?
It appears that even magic has it's limits, her naivety, her hope that just maybe this gift would grant her a new beginning to past mistakes, but as usual Famkee falls too deep into her former life, ruining what's waiting for her inside the present. After all in her defense, the past is what shapes us into who we are, it's up to her to harness the power to decide how to grow, how to deal with what she's been given. A warrior, afraid of her own shadow, how painfully ironic. She opens and closes her lips like she wants to tell him the truth, squeezing the words. "I wouldn't say it was without difficulty, in fact it's infuriating." Her dark tail slaps her flank in annoyance, teeth sharply gritted with a subtle clench of her jaw. "It could be too early to tell, but it seems I'm still to learn how to find other lost beings of importance." A deep inhale accumulates in her chest but she doesn't let it release the tension, grasping at the fact that if she continues to fail what does that make her?
Her breath remains stuck as he takes the liberty of their closeness and ever so softly connects his muzzle to hers. Black tipped ears desperately want to flatten on impact, a knee jerk reaction she's had for physical contact from the opposite sex that has never shown kindness in the slightest. She's never been afraid to reject, but in this moment she doesn't feel distaste rotting in her throat, instead the warmth is pleasant. She doesn't fall into his touch like she wants to though, still tentative in his boldness, her reaction remains not as hostile as she would have thought. Instead she looks a bit awkward, never once feeling comfortable in any sort of intimacy. Though she knows he means well, it doesn't stop her from dragging a step backwards. He's saying more words of welcome but it's all fuzzy inside her head.
"T-thank you," She clears her throat lowering her head to the waters edge to hopefully drench the newfound dryness of her tongue. She doesn't keep her eye off him, golden eyes narrowing in on the expanse of his legs still halfway submerged. "It's quite peaceful, do you live here now Assailant?" Raising her head back to his eye level, the first genuine smile finds her lips, one that travels to her eyes. "How are the wings coming along?"
if my heart is in your hands will i die
Famkee
@assailant This is short and ugly im sorry D:
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Famkee [Fahm-key]