02-27-2019, 07:45 PM
Jah-Lilah
I can still hear you saying you would never break the chain
Many times I’ve been alone, so many times I’ve cried.
After his feigned fear, he laughs at her and calls her bluff. As naive as the young king was about all these mares he seemed to love so much, he sure was well-versed in the wytch’s ways. It didn’t bother her, she had no desire to deceive or mislead her dearest friend anyway. The mention of her son causes a smile to grace her features, and warmth radiates from her core. ”How is my wayward cub? Still sowing his royal oats wherever he pleases?” She chides the scaled stallion, but the concern in her voice is not easily masked. Lightening the mood with a joke, she smirks and tosses her head. ”You know, for him to not have sprung from my womb, he sure does take after me…”
Standing comfortably with the desert-born, she reflects silently on the tribe she had built and then lost since coming here. How ironic that they and their progeny were the only ones left, yet not once had they come together to create a life of their own genetic makeup. So many others for them to nurture, to raise, him inside the walls of his leafy castle, and her wherever the wind blew her.
The Wind.
Their love had been as intense and fleeting as a tornado, and just as much of a natural disaster. However, my mare has loved and lost before, died a thousand deaths and lived twice as many lives, and this will not be the heartbreak that kills her. There is still so much left for her to do. And so she will do it, as happy and free as she’s ever been.
They stand chest to chest in momentary silence, enjoying the familiarity of one another again. Closing her eyes as he tends to her filthy coat, she allows herself to relax and cock a lazy hindleg, one ear turned to him. Listening as his smooth baritone fills her head, she perks up a bit at his offer, made a bit excited by the prospect of a new adventure and something to do. After a purposely drawn out pause, she decides she’s made him squirm long enough. With more reluctance than she would ever let on, she agrees.
”I cannot promise you that I will grow roots there, Dragon-King, but I will come. For you, I will be there...at least for now.”
Anyway, you’ll never know the many ways I’ve tried.
After his feigned fear, he laughs at her and calls her bluff. As naive as the young king was about all these mares he seemed to love so much, he sure was well-versed in the wytch’s ways. It didn’t bother her, she had no desire to deceive or mislead her dearest friend anyway. The mention of her son causes a smile to grace her features, and warmth radiates from her core. ”How is my wayward cub? Still sowing his royal oats wherever he pleases?” She chides the scaled stallion, but the concern in her voice is not easily masked. Lightening the mood with a joke, she smirks and tosses her head. ”You know, for him to not have sprung from my womb, he sure does take after me…”
Standing comfortably with the desert-born, she reflects silently on the tribe she had built and then lost since coming here. How ironic that they and their progeny were the only ones left, yet not once had they come together to create a life of their own genetic makeup. So many others for them to nurture, to raise, him inside the walls of his leafy castle, and her wherever the wind blew her.
The Wind.
Their love had been as intense and fleeting as a tornado, and just as much of a natural disaster. However, my mare has loved and lost before, died a thousand deaths and lived twice as many lives, and this will not be the heartbreak that kills her. There is still so much left for her to do. And so she will do it, as happy and free as she’s ever been.
They stand chest to chest in momentary silence, enjoying the familiarity of one another again. Closing her eyes as he tends to her filthy coat, she allows herself to relax and cock a lazy hindleg, one ear turned to him. Listening as his smooth baritone fills her head, she perks up a bit at his offer, made a bit excited by the prospect of a new adventure and something to do. After a purposely drawn out pause, she decides she’s made him squirm long enough. With more reluctance than she would ever let on, she agrees.
”I cannot promise you that I will grow roots there, Dragon-King, but I will come. For you, I will be there...at least for now.”
Anyway, you’ll never know the many ways I’ve tried.
she is like a cat in the dark, and then she is the darkness