10-20-2020, 01:13 PM
despite the overwhelming odds, tomorrow came
I had indeed come to know the Taigan lands fairly well these last few months. Without him, I had taken to exploring as much as possible. I had told him I loved these lands, and indeed, why would I shut myself away from something that I loved? No, I had scoured the lands from north to south and east to west, learning everything I could. One thing I had not done, however, was socialize. I found myself to be quite reclusive, waiting for Yanhua to return. I should change that, though, as I’ve never been the type to hide away. I was in a rush to show him what I had found and what I had done, though, so none of this is of any consequence to me as I leapt through the underbrush.
When I had reached my destination, I chanced a glance back at him once more, an eager look on my face. I wanted to hide the eagerness, lest I give away the surprise, but it filled me so thoroughly that I found the task impossible. So instead, I let it bubble forth from me as I leaned in close to show him what I could do. As the small seedling grew, I broke concentration just enough to glance up at the stallion, admiring the way he stood so perfectly against the tree-line. He is devilishly handsome, I must admit.
When he whispered my name, it sent a thrill through me. I wanted him whispering my name over and over in my ear for the rest of my life. I wanted to hear his voice, so soft and elegant, until the day I should return to the earth from which I’d come. I feel the urge to press myself into him, an urge that I follow, leaning my side against his, lifting my cheek to his. Just as he expresses his sentiment, I can’t help but feel that I am perfect, perfect for him. “Yanhua,” I whisper in return, my voice carrying the sentiment of love and adoration that I felt deep within me.
As he presses his face into the crook of my neck, I press even closer into him. If I could, I would have melted into him, become one with him so that we would never have to be separated again. The last few months without him had been hard. I had been dreadfully sad and lonely. Now, however, I felt whole and alive and so not alone. “I am the lucky one,” I breathe out.
When he looked into my eyes, I could feel the heat coming off of him. It is a heat that radiates right back from within me, a heat that comes from two things all at once, the love that I feel for this stallion and the natural rhythms of time and fertility. When he reaches out to brush the soft tendrils of mane from my forehead, I reach forward to brush my nose against his cheek. When he tells me that he wants me to stay here forever, have his children, and rebuild Taiga, I return with a whispered response, “Forever and always, I want to be here with you. I want to rebuild our home together, and I want to bear your children. I love you, too, Yanhua.”
I shift my weight, moving slightly away from him and ahead of him, knowing that my scent would wash over him in a tantalizing and provocative way. I toss my head back at him, flirting, my blue mane sweeping back over my neck. I flick my tail so that it spreads my scent even further. I bump my hindquarters into his shoulder. I want him, and I know he wants me.
When I had reached my destination, I chanced a glance back at him once more, an eager look on my face. I wanted to hide the eagerness, lest I give away the surprise, but it filled me so thoroughly that I found the task impossible. So instead, I let it bubble forth from me as I leaned in close to show him what I could do. As the small seedling grew, I broke concentration just enough to glance up at the stallion, admiring the way he stood so perfectly against the tree-line. He is devilishly handsome, I must admit.
When he whispered my name, it sent a thrill through me. I wanted him whispering my name over and over in my ear for the rest of my life. I wanted to hear his voice, so soft and elegant, until the day I should return to the earth from which I’d come. I feel the urge to press myself into him, an urge that I follow, leaning my side against his, lifting my cheek to his. Just as he expresses his sentiment, I can’t help but feel that I am perfect, perfect for him. “Yanhua,” I whisper in return, my voice carrying the sentiment of love and adoration that I felt deep within me.
As he presses his face into the crook of my neck, I press even closer into him. If I could, I would have melted into him, become one with him so that we would never have to be separated again. The last few months without him had been hard. I had been dreadfully sad and lonely. Now, however, I felt whole and alive and so not alone. “I am the lucky one,” I breathe out.
When he looked into my eyes, I could feel the heat coming off of him. It is a heat that radiates right back from within me, a heat that comes from two things all at once, the love that I feel for this stallion and the natural rhythms of time and fertility. When he reaches out to brush the soft tendrils of mane from my forehead, I reach forward to brush my nose against his cheek. When he tells me that he wants me to stay here forever, have his children, and rebuild Taiga, I return with a whispered response, “Forever and always, I want to be here with you. I want to rebuild our home together, and I want to bear your children. I love you, too, Yanhua.”
I shift my weight, moving slightly away from him and ahead of him, knowing that my scent would wash over him in a tantalizing and provocative way. I toss my head back at him, flirting, my blue mane sweeping back over my neck. I flick my tail so that it spreads my scent even further. I bump my hindquarters into his shoulder. I want him, and I know he wants me.
borderline
@[Yanhua]