11-08-2017, 11:21 PM
tantalize
And can she take me for awhile
Can I be a friend
We'll forget the pastThe day comes quicker then she expected. It seemed like just yesterday they had left Sylva with smoke in their lungs and heavy confessions on their tongues. She wouldn’t change what happened for anything. The fear, the torture (the strip of removed skin slowly healing along her backside), the humility. In the end, it had led her to a greater happiness then she could have ever expected. A life with him, to love and be loved.
Winter barely seems to touch the ashlands and so her coat remains sleek and shiny. It seems to only add to her glow, the tangled tresses of her mane darker and longer. Smooth and soft. The gentle curve of her expanding barrel, hinting already at the life growing within. A life created of love, true love. Real love. She had failed her children in the past, the last one most of all. This time… This time was different. Although she still doubts her capability as a mother, she can’t help the stirrings of excitement that flutter within her breast.
This child was different. She can feel it, created from such burning intensity. Such heat and fire. Although she does not voice her suspicions aloud, she suspects that she may finally give birth to a son. The way the foal feels in her belly, the way it responds to her soft voice and encouragement. This secretly pleases her as she thinks it will greatly please him. Their son.
When he had confessed his weariness, she had already known. Having carried the struggles of the crown, she knows intimately how heavy it can be. How hard it can be. She would have stayed by his side regardless. If he had ruled till his death, she would have been there till he took his last breath. However she is quietly relieved that he has made this choice. To take this burden away from him, to focus on their family. It still feels so strange, that her life has come to this. That a happy ending had been awaiting them both after all.
She stands a bit away from him, letting him gather the others. This was his moment. She would not draw anything away from that. It is only after they have taken the news, after Ellyse is named successor, after they have commented for better or for worse… Only then does she finally take her place at his side. Her muzzle runs affectionately against the deep dark blackness of his broad side, coming teasingly to his neck and lipping lovingly at the tendrils of his raven mane. Already he seems lighter and her own pride is evident, shining brightly in the depths of molten gold. Pressing the rounded curve of her pregnant stomach closer to him, she gives her familiar faint smile towards Longclaw. She doesn’t know him, she doesn’t know any of them really. But she expects she will in time. ”We may stay a little longer.”
It wouldn’t make sense to take a long trip now. Although perhaps young at heart and aging gracefully, she was not a spring chicken either. Being pregnant now, she would not take chances like a long trip somewhere else. Besides, although they had not discussed it, she doubts he is ready to leave the place he has come to love. Remembering how hard it had been to leave the jungle for good, even after she had given up her position. Although she misses the rolling hills, rocky cliffs, and the stormy skies of Nerine…For her childs sake and her love… She will stay.
@[Offspring]