05-14-2015, 03:18 PM
Of course he would come.
The string that ties them together is invisible, but it is cursed with electricity and heat and passion and desire. He can feel it, beating dull and relentlessly in his chest. To be honest, a lot has been beating in his chest lately. When he scrapes his hocks against thorns (which he's apt to do from time to time) the healing is no longer instant. It is slow, pulsing pain that after much time scabs and heals with the silvery scars that criss cross his body.
He pushes these thoughts away and leaves the Valley and his twin daughters (and Librette, though she is not his to claim) for the meadow, where he knows she'll be.
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Father is always there, just a touch away, always watching Thorunn and her sister. Thorunn mulls over this, watching him with those same orange eyes he has, unsure of his true motives. As a child she's already curious, but guarded. She watches him look to see if anyone is watching then disappear into the brush. She follows, and he's too preoccupied to do anything to notice her.
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He's in the meadow then, atop a high crest, and there she is. He doesn't hesitate to close the gap between them, feeling the way her skin is hot on his. He can feel every ounce of her over him, close and electric. It's only after a few minutes he notices their child - a girl.
Curse all these women in his life.
"Is this..." he begins.
The string that ties them together is invisible, but it is cursed with electricity and heat and passion and desire. He can feel it, beating dull and relentlessly in his chest. To be honest, a lot has been beating in his chest lately. When he scrapes his hocks against thorns (which he's apt to do from time to time) the healing is no longer instant. It is slow, pulsing pain that after much time scabs and heals with the silvery scars that criss cross his body.
He pushes these thoughts away and leaves the Valley and his twin daughters (and Librette, though she is not his to claim) for the meadow, where he knows she'll be.
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Father is always there, just a touch away, always watching Thorunn and her sister. Thorunn mulls over this, watching him with those same orange eyes he has, unsure of his true motives. As a child she's already curious, but guarded. She watches him look to see if anyone is watching then disappear into the brush. She follows, and he's too preoccupied to do anything to notice her.
-------
He's in the meadow then, atop a high crest, and there she is. He doesn't hesitate to close the gap between them, feeling the way her skin is hot on his. He can feel every ounce of her over him, close and electric. It's only after a few minutes he notices their child - a girl.
Curse all these women in his life.
"Is this..." he begins.