04-10-2018, 08:47 AM
Belgaer
It was funny to him, to look back to the event that had led him onto Josie’s path. The last thing he’d expected on his leisurely stroll through the forest had been the spunky black mare. He’d grown accustomed to his life of duty beside his father. Until the moment he’d laid eyes on Josie, he’d only had the slightest of interests in pursuing a family of his own. It’d always been an afterthought, however, a tickling deep within the depths of his desires. There’d been a hesitation – the truth of his immortality and the pain that came with it. Watching Josie as she danced in place the reality of their eventual fate sent shockwaves of pain through his heart. She would grow old while he remained unchanged. For now, he shook those dark thoughts from his head.
Shockwaves shot through them as her velvet lips traced the length of his flank. The touch had been expected, but so had every graze of their shoulders and every playful nip. He found himself desiring to be closer to her – fighting the urge to lean into her whenever she was near. The feelings that were beginning to bubble up within him were new and foreign to him. It was frightening and exciting all at once.
He watched her as she stepped forward, her hazel eyes growing large in anticipation. He could almost hear her excited thoughts as they tumbled around just behind the warmth of her gaze. In a sudden bound of energy, she leapt forward, challenging him to a race and, as she shot off, he laughed in response. In one single, fluid motion, he propelled himself into the air, his wings kicking up fallen leaves and debris as they stirred up the air around them. Even as she galloped below him it took only three heaves of his plume to carry him past her. As she slid to a halt at the shore he slowed his momentum and hovered over the crystalline lake before her.
It’s beautiful!
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. Following her gaze he was instantly accosted by the memories of his childhood. He had spent countless tropical summers bathing in the cooling waters of the lagoons. The games they would play and hours they’d lost themselves within them. Childhood had been sweet bliss and there were times he wished for it’s return.
Jolted out of his thoughts, her next question caught him by surprise. So…have you any foals? He felt the flapping of his wings falter and his rear hoof dipped into the shockingly cold water. Lurching forward he landed deftly beside her once more.
“No,” he answered quickly – almost too quickly. He cleared his throat and clarified as the temperature in his cheeks climbed. “I would like to – I mean, I guess I haven’t found the right person yet…”
He knew he was fumbling his way through his answer and he hoped that she would understand him. Chestnut ears pinned themselves forward, ready to gauge her reaction and he couldn’t help but wonder if she felt the same growing fondness that he did. In fact, he hoped that she did.
Shockwaves shot through them as her velvet lips traced the length of his flank. The touch had been expected, but so had every graze of their shoulders and every playful nip. He found himself desiring to be closer to her – fighting the urge to lean into her whenever she was near. The feelings that were beginning to bubble up within him were new and foreign to him. It was frightening and exciting all at once.
He watched her as she stepped forward, her hazel eyes growing large in anticipation. He could almost hear her excited thoughts as they tumbled around just behind the warmth of her gaze. In a sudden bound of energy, she leapt forward, challenging him to a race and, as she shot off, he laughed in response. In one single, fluid motion, he propelled himself into the air, his wings kicking up fallen leaves and debris as they stirred up the air around them. Even as she galloped below him it took only three heaves of his plume to carry him past her. As she slid to a halt at the shore he slowed his momentum and hovered over the crystalline lake before her.
It’s beautiful!
A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. Following her gaze he was instantly accosted by the memories of his childhood. He had spent countless tropical summers bathing in the cooling waters of the lagoons. The games they would play and hours they’d lost themselves within them. Childhood had been sweet bliss and there were times he wished for it’s return.
Jolted out of his thoughts, her next question caught him by surprise. So…have you any foals? He felt the flapping of his wings falter and his rear hoof dipped into the shockingly cold water. Lurching forward he landed deftly beside her once more.
“No,” he answered quickly – almost too quickly. He cleared his throat and clarified as the temperature in his cheeks climbed. “I would like to – I mean, I guess I haven’t found the right person yet…”
He knew he was fumbling his way through his answer and he hoped that she would understand him. Chestnut ears pinned themselves forward, ready to gauge her reaction and he couldn’t help but wonder if she felt the same growing fondness that he did. In fact, he hoped that she did.
The Prodigal Son
@[Josie]