05-22-2018, 01:44 PM
Perfect, is the only way to describe the purple going to lavender girl. To Kylin she is the most beautiful girl in the whole world, but honestly, the filly would have been that even if she had been mutated or born with missing limbs. It is the way a mother loves her child, and love, that Kylin does, wholeheartedly. Never, ever, would she have imagined that she could love like this, unconditionally, and it lifts the meaning of the word to a whole new level.
It does not escape her attention how the girl leans into her touch. For a moment, they are each other’s whole world. And right then she knows that she won’t ever feel alone again. How could she, with such a wonderful creature to call hers? Kylin nickers again, sweet and soft, with her muzzle still pressed close against Kyveli. Kyveli. Her stomach flutters, and a lovesick smile tugs on the corners of her lips. Perfect little Kyveli. Lovingly her lips fumble with the still wet poll, unable to pull away.
Not until she hears her name being called. Slowly her head lifts, and Kylin has to blink her eyes. Their little bubble is broken, well, not entirely, but the lavender woman is pulled out of the pre-labour haze. Her ears swirl, and her heart skips another beat. She whinnies back, not too loudly, but loud enough, and the little cave’s echo adds to the reach. Klaudius. He is here for her, no for them. And oh, she wants him near so desperately. She is both excited and reluctant to share the little wonder that is theirs.
Anticipation holds her heart in its grasp, and although her eyes are locked on the purple and lavender filly, her ears never stop moving, ready to catch the sound that would signal his approach.
@[Kyveli]
@[Klaudius]
<3 <3 <3
It does not escape her attention how the girl leans into her touch. For a moment, they are each other’s whole world. And right then she knows that she won’t ever feel alone again. How could she, with such a wonderful creature to call hers? Kylin nickers again, sweet and soft, with her muzzle still pressed close against Kyveli. Kyveli. Her stomach flutters, and a lovesick smile tugs on the corners of her lips. Perfect little Kyveli. Lovingly her lips fumble with the still wet poll, unable to pull away.
Not until she hears her name being called. Slowly her head lifts, and Kylin has to blink her eyes. Their little bubble is broken, well, not entirely, but the lavender woman is pulled out of the pre-labour haze. Her ears swirl, and her heart skips another beat. She whinnies back, not too loudly, but loud enough, and the little cave’s echo adds to the reach. Klaudius. He is here for her, no for them. And oh, she wants him near so desperately. She is both excited and reluctant to share the little wonder that is theirs.
Anticipation holds her heart in its grasp, and although her eyes are locked on the purple and lavender filly, her ears never stop moving, ready to catch the sound that would signal his approach.
@[Kyveli]
@[Klaudius]
<3 <3 <3