12-28-2017, 11:53 PM
Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
She is rested, glowing in the thin veil netted in gold and orange of the sleepy sunset, dazzling the moonstone and obsidian scales that covered her slender body. Some where missing here and there, pink stained and naked places where he had laid claim to her body and she had given it without protest. Isobell lays with her legs nested beneath her as she watches him stir from his heavy slumber. She had heard his remark and she may intend to test the full weight of that statement but for now she is with him and only with him as he is with her. There is no other scent on his skin, no other claim to his body but her own. They are slowly creating something other than the life that Isobell does not relaize is growing already.
The sand he shakes from his scales peppers her lightly, coaxing a girlish grin from her lips as she makes a small squeal of 'Ivar!' in a playful scolding. But even now, when his dark eyes meet the pale silver of her own, she can see an eternity in their depths. It was frightening to see that far into his soul but welcoming to know that neither of them are a king or queen. It feels like they are young again with their teasing and taunting grins. Isobell can not help but smile at him, handsome and gleaming, basking in the simple quiet of their chosen resting place.
"Anywhere." Her voice is a bit low and husky because of the countless time she cried out in pleasure from hours earlier. "Anywhere with you." Isobell would not confess her intentions or departure for fear those dark eyes would no longer show her what could be a possibility for them, in another time, another place. All the kelpie mare knows is that she needs to be by his side for she could not bear the thought of him elsewhere.
Isobell rises to her feet with uncanny ease before she kicks sand at the stallion and launches herself from the shore into the water with so much effort that it was not a graceful landing and the left side of her rib cage would be tender but she wants to be in the water's embrace, to wash away the sand that clung to her hair and scales. Isobell easily resurfaces to look for her stallion with an echoing laugh, blowing water from her nostrils. Had he stayed on land or was he already in the water?