His leave from the party was quick.  Not that he was threatened by anyone.  More or less creeped out.  That was way too many balls in one section of island for his liking...

Some may wrongly think that the brotherhood would have been his thing.  Male domination.  Females had little say in anything.  They were more to be seen and used than heard.  But those some would have been sorely mistaken.  He thought himself no greater than any other, male or female.  He was just, well...him.  He valued family above all else and one member of his family had not gathered on the beaches today.  Thankfully actually.  Kylin didn't need to see that.  Again her home being ripped from under her and now, now she wasn't even welcomed because of her gender.  He couldn't allow himself to leave without her.  

Having sent Krone and the kids on their way to another kingdom isle, he took to the skies.  Scouring the beaches and caverns.  The waterfall cliffs and barren islands for the lavender mare.  His deep voice called out her name, "Kylin.... KYLINNN...." Silver eyes scanned the horizon frantically.  Where could she have gone? When she had left that night, before the Sylva incident, he had not pursued her.  Thinking she possibly wanted some time to be alone.  But as days turned into weeks, he became increasingly worried.  If she had left, why hadn't she told him?  He deserved that didn't he?! To at least know.

His search concludes on the very beach he had found her upon.  Soiled and nearly lifeless, she had laid right there.  Over there was the small pond they had bathed each other in.  His head hangs low as he thinks of her and what had happened to her.  Not knowing was far worse. 

In a soft and nearly defeated whisper he thinks out loud, "Come back Kylin... Your family needs you.  I need you." 

It was into the winds he whispered a select few words.  Finding his walls crumbling around him at the thought of never seeing the lavender and cream mare again.  He had to be leaving.  Ischia was no longer his to call home... 

That is when he hears a faint call on the same breeze.   Coming from down shore.  Lavender ears perk forwards at the noteable familiarity of his tone.  A tad sweet, just like she was.  His hooves immediately find their pace.  A quick canter as his wings are held neatly at his sides.  She couldn't be far now...

As he rounds the slight bend of coast, hazel eyes fall upon her.  His voice is quick to call to her a greeting, "Kylin!" He was relieved in every way to see her.  As he approaches swiftly, he slides to a stop in front of her.  Muzzle quick to extend another greeting.  It was so good to feel her again.  "Kylin! I thought I might never see you again.  But I couldn't stop looking for you, not until I knew you were safe," he presses himself possessively against her.  Wanting so badly to never see her go.

Upon realizes she may have just been getting back, he backs away from her to find her gaze with his, "I've sent the others to Tephra already... We should go now..." Her hesitation and confusion confirms that she did not understand what he meant, "Brennen has taken over the island, Kylin.  He has moved in his brotherhood to overthrow Krone.  We can't stay here." His eyes scan the depths of hers to find understanding but what he finds is fear.  Uncertainty plagues her and he is suddenly aware that her ties to the island may go deeper than he thought.  

His expression lightens as he moves in closer to embrace her with his neck.  To let go again so soon was unthinkable...

She is every bit confused as he expected her to be.  In his rush, he hadn't thought of what he was telling her may upset her ad that the idea of leaving here would be too much.  That is until tears begin pooling in her eyes as she rejects the idea.  His persistence mellows with softened eyes and an extension of his face to hers.  Brushing the lavender of his muzzle to the matching tone of her cheek.  He whispers calming words to quite her tears, "It will be ok Kylin, I promise..." He wanted her to come with them but could understand her hesitation.  She refused change, time and time again, and he hopes this will not break what she had just seemed to get back. 

Again, he tries to explain, this time more considerate to her feeling, "Brennen has dethroned Krone, Kylin.  We, cant stay here." There is a rise in the way he says we, meaning Krone, him and the twins.  "I don't know what Brennen has planned exactly... but it is best we find a new home," his eyes lower in shame at his failure in securing their home.  His thoughts turn to what he wants and finds it is standing right in front of him.  Someone to have and to hold for the remainder of his life.  Every other attempt at that has failed, from his own doing or theirs.  He didn't want to lose that with Kylin, but he also knows that he cannot force her.  That if he truly loved her, he would wish her only happiness and if it was here, without him, then he must let her go...

I can't leave...

The simple statement nearly rips his heart from his chest.  His silver eyes rise again to look into hers.  Finding her saddened eyes drawing him closer to her.  His head raises to rest along the crest of her neck in attempt to console her.  In an understanding tone he speaks again, "You don't have to leave if you don't want to Kylin... I won't force you to leave with me."  Her tears begin streaming down her cheeks and he releases his hold on her.  Backing away, just enough, to look into her eyes again, "Can I stay with you one last night?"   He pauses for her answer.  Wanting to embrace her again, but not force himself onto her if she just wanted to be left alone...  

He offers all he can.  One night is all he could allow her right now.  He needed to get to Tephra to ensure his children got there safely.  To secure them a new home.  They did not belong to the brotherhood.  Or perhaps the brotherhood did not belong to them.  

He was unsure of many things but what he was not that he wanted Kylin to follow him.  Wanting to protect her and offer her a home.  A true home.  One filled with happiness and everything a home is.  A place is not home.  The people you surround yourself with is home.  He could not show this to her if she was unwilling to look beyond the island.  It is all she knows though and he understands this.  So when she is trembling and falling apart in front of him once again, he steps forward.  Pressing his lavender body into hers and allowing her to lean into him.  His lips trail gently along the base of her withers and begin to move towards her unique assets.  The shimmering fins folded at her sides felt foreign to touch.  Not that he hasn't felt something of that texture before, but that he is touching her here.  Along her body in such a way that makes his thoughts churn within his cranium.  Of all the ways he wanted to love her and show his dedication to her.  Wishing she would feel the same.

Hoping.

As his muzzle glides along the bridge of bone that held the wings taunt, his nostrils flare at her scent surrounding them.  Along the shoreline luminescent plankton begins to glows in a marvelous display only found along the isles coast. The evening air was cool but humid and a gentle breeze offered little relief from the thickness of the air.  He found it familiar and in a way comforting but no more than the company that he spent the evening with.  He again thinks of his family and wanting Kylin to be part of it.  His ears flicker at the sounds of her whimpered breaths.  Placing gentle kisses along the base of her neck, he shifts slightly backwards and away from her.  Following the length of her neck back to her cheek.  The heat of his breath hits the chilled night air, causing small puffs of vapor.  With a deep baritone whisper, he presses his lips to her cheek again, "Be mine Kylin...  I will keep you safe and we can make a home together..." He pauses briefly, "You'll never be alone again..."  He is insinuating something.  A start of a family. 

Together.

With another press into her, she is leaning into him as well.  It isn't just the sound of want coming from her lips or quickening of her heart.  He'd love her how she was meant to be loved... 

There was only a moment of hesitation.  She was pure in every way and he was unsure if he should remove that from her.  But she had asked for it, hadn't she?  Yes, yes she had. Nearly begged for it.  His large wings settled tight against his sides as he draws nearer to her.  Silver eyes slipping along her figure as he again begins to trail his velvet lavender lips down her neck.  Continuing down the dip of her spine and the incline of her rump.  Careful to not entangle her fragile wings amongst his.  Slow steps bring his shoulder to inline with her hip while his muzzle drags from her topline and down the side of her gaskin.  Her lilac and cream pelt was soft under his touch as he explore every inch of her body.  Feeling the slight involuntary twitch of her muscles beneath him was addicting.  Like an addict finding his next fix, he trailed down her thighs.  Seeking the slight movement of her body giving to his touch. Every now and then, he'd place a kiss along his chosen path.  Waiting for a signal from her that she was ready for him to claim her for his own...

When that moment does come, he moves smoothly behind her.  Placing his head atop her rump and rising up, fore limbs settling into the slight indent before her hips and gently holding her.  Again careful to not harm her in the process, he pulls her into his loins.  Pushing himself into her with caressing thrusts.  He pauses only once to massage a place along her withers and then he continues to make her his.  

Only after his task is accomplished does he slip off her.  Still placing attentive touches along her rear and sides as he moves up alongside her.  Silver-hazel eyes searching for her satisfaction in becoming his, he needed no words.  The night around them is silent still except for the light crashing of waves along the white-washed sands.  He wished he could stay here with her forever or that she would change her mind in leaving Ischia behind...   

.

They remain inseparable, settling beside one another.  Needing only the company of one another.  Soon dawn would creep upon the lands again and he would disappear before she awakes.  Leaving a part of him with her.  Pressing his lips to her forehead, he whispers a goodbye as she sleeps, "I will return for you soon, My Kylin."