He sighs against her cheek, his entirety of being no longer poised on a dagger's edge. The stallion wished that he could but see her, his beautiful moonlit pegasus; but that hope would likely also come to pass. Should she come to Taiga, everything in his troubled life would have been worth enduring. She claims herself to be a fool, in tones laced with shame and regret, and he shakes his head firmly, denying that Misra could ever be such. "No you aren't. And none of that matters now, the things that happened in the past. You and I, we matter, and we don't have to ever lose each other again. " Though he knows it must be folly, Siberian wishes that the warmth of her soft breath, her lips, against his mouth would stay there forever, soft heat within his skin like an invisible tattoo.
But at least now the two of them are declared to one another, immortals that need never see the other be ripped away by time. The Budyonny wonders, with a soft chuckle, where he was getting such eloquence. He was a warrior, always had been, a weapon in someone's hand, first with Zayn, and then the Chamber, and now he claimed the role of defender for the Taiga land. Fancy speeches were not his area of expertise. But his mood turns back from amusement to somber, the second most important question burning on his lips as he addresses the mare he had yearned after for so long. "I have a place for us, Misra, a home. Taiga, the pine forest....it's a beautiful place. It reminds me of the Chamber's forest, and it even has a fishing stream custom-made for bear-horses. ", he jests, hoping that she will be amused as well. "And, well, there's a little filly there, an orphan....she had no one and needed someone to look after her. Her name is Azar, and she'd love to meet you. Will you come home with me? " Though he can't see her reaction, he gazes worriedly at Misra all the same after this bit of information. Would she and Azar like one another?
Siberian
The sexy grizzly boy of Beqanna