03-19-2019, 06:50 PM
Jah-Lilah
we play hide and seek in waterfalls
Hold on little girl, show me what he’s done to you.
The welcoming season of spring has come to Beqanna, and Jah-Lilah had never felt so connected to the rebirth of the world as she did now. When the first rays of the sun force their way between the leaves and branches acting as the roof of her domicile they nudge the red wytch awake with their brightness and warmth. Smiling as she keeps her eyes closed, she groans as she rolls to her side, sighing contentedly. Raising her head, she finally opens her malachite eyes, sleep still clinging heavily to her lids and lashes. Yawning groggily, she sneezes and champs her jaws, trying to perk up. Her scaled consort is gone already, but this doesn’t trouble her the way it used to when she had bedded down with the Wind.
Her monarch lover was always the first to rise, save the woodland creatures who had more claim to the place than any of the equine who presided here. When he left her in the early hours of dawn, the mare still snoring and drooling, she knew it was to check the perimeter and go meet and greet newcomers. Never to feed an insatiable appetite for more. More territory, more lovers, more progeny. Jah-Lilah had never been inadequate before, it was a horrendous, despicable feeling that she vowed to never become comfortable with. So it was her turn to leave, and so she did. Now look at all the beauty and perfection around her. The Earth-Mother had been so kind to her.
Inhaling with a goofy grin, the stench of their late-night trysts hung heavy in the air, trapped by the wall of foliage that surrounded her nest. It warmed her immensely, and caused an involuntary shiver to run down her spine as she remembers how it felt to be at the mercy of an apex predator, of a dragon. ”Mmmm!” She grunts. Pulling her legs to her belly, her muscles flex and she pushes herself up on all fours. Shaking blades of grass and dust from her fiery pelt, she reaches out and pulls some leaves from a low-hanging bough, a light snack to jump-start her metabolism for the day. The mare knows what it is.
Jah is no fool, and is aware enough of her mind body and soul to know why within thirty short heartbeats of waking up she is famished. The mare carries within her the heir to the Dragon-King’s wisteria-scented throne. Craning her neck around so she can peer at her belly, she knows she is early enough in her pregnancy that she isn’t gaining weight yet, but oh how the mind plays tricks. Frowning and cocking a brow, she swears she’s fatter already. Oh well, a small price to pay to bring another life to the world, not to mention she happens to know a gold-tinted akhal-teke who likes her with a few extra pounds here and there.
Making her way quietly out of the trees, when she reaches the open she scans the territory to see who else has been roused by the morning light. Gaze naturally drawn to the center of Hyaline, she squints as she tries to make out who plays on the shores of the lake today. The light plays tricks on the surface of the water, and for a moment Jah-Lilah thinks she sees the pied precog from so long ago, a temporary player in both her and the Dragon-King’s past. Cocking her head, my soothsayer shakes her feathery talismans and meanders closer, head up and nostrils flared to catch the smell of the woman down below.
Upon closer inspection, she relaxes visibly. The ivory splashed maiden is none-other than the partner-in-crown her mate had told her about. She knew the mare by scent only, her aroma littered the place, clearly she had been a long-term caretaker of the mountain world. Putting on a warm smile, my flower child lets a sing-song whinny escape her throat, the sound reverberating in the valley. Dark tail flagged gaily behind her, she bobs her head as she picks up an easy lope to close the distance between them faster. When her lover comes into focus, she can’t help but lick her lips eagerly.
Putting on the breaks, her haunches drop and she slides a bit in the damp terrain when she gets to them. Bouncing lightly to the right as she comes out of her drift, she goes to the Dragon-King, bumping him with her muzzle on the base of his neck, his shoulder, his barrel. Starting with her nose, she rubs her face up and down on him, from nostrils to poll. Groaning in pleasure, she lips at his withers, taking the coarse hair between her teeth and tugging on him. When the wytch is finally done with her overzealous greeting, she turns to the other ruler, bobbing her head again in anticipation at meeting the Queen.
Blowing heavily, Jah-Lilah extends her neck, mane falling on both sides haphazardly. Dark muzzle reaches out and weaves back and forth a time or two, and she steps closer. Respecting the other mare’s space and title, she wuffles a quiet acknowledgement.
Stand up little girl, a broken heart can’t be that bad.
The welcoming season of spring has come to Beqanna, and Jah-Lilah had never felt so connected to the rebirth of the world as she did now. When the first rays of the sun force their way between the leaves and branches acting as the roof of her domicile they nudge the red wytch awake with their brightness and warmth. Smiling as she keeps her eyes closed, she groans as she rolls to her side, sighing contentedly. Raising her head, she finally opens her malachite eyes, sleep still clinging heavily to her lids and lashes. Yawning groggily, she sneezes and champs her jaws, trying to perk up. Her scaled consort is gone already, but this doesn’t trouble her the way it used to when she had bedded down with the Wind.
Her monarch lover was always the first to rise, save the woodland creatures who had more claim to the place than any of the equine who presided here. When he left her in the early hours of dawn, the mare still snoring and drooling, she knew it was to check the perimeter and go meet and greet newcomers. Never to feed an insatiable appetite for more. More territory, more lovers, more progeny. Jah-Lilah had never been inadequate before, it was a horrendous, despicable feeling that she vowed to never become comfortable with. So it was her turn to leave, and so she did. Now look at all the beauty and perfection around her. The Earth-Mother had been so kind to her.
Inhaling with a goofy grin, the stench of their late-night trysts hung heavy in the air, trapped by the wall of foliage that surrounded her nest. It warmed her immensely, and caused an involuntary shiver to run down her spine as she remembers how it felt to be at the mercy of an apex predator, of a dragon. ”Mmmm!” She grunts. Pulling her legs to her belly, her muscles flex and she pushes herself up on all fours. Shaking blades of grass and dust from her fiery pelt, she reaches out and pulls some leaves from a low-hanging bough, a light snack to jump-start her metabolism for the day. The mare knows what it is.
Jah is no fool, and is aware enough of her mind body and soul to know why within thirty short heartbeats of waking up she is famished. The mare carries within her the heir to the Dragon-King’s wisteria-scented throne. Craning her neck around so she can peer at her belly, she knows she is early enough in her pregnancy that she isn’t gaining weight yet, but oh how the mind plays tricks. Frowning and cocking a brow, she swears she’s fatter already. Oh well, a small price to pay to bring another life to the world, not to mention she happens to know a gold-tinted akhal-teke who likes her with a few extra pounds here and there.
Making her way quietly out of the trees, when she reaches the open she scans the territory to see who else has been roused by the morning light. Gaze naturally drawn to the center of Hyaline, she squints as she tries to make out who plays on the shores of the lake today. The light plays tricks on the surface of the water, and for a moment Jah-Lilah thinks she sees the pied precog from so long ago, a temporary player in both her and the Dragon-King’s past. Cocking her head, my soothsayer shakes her feathery talismans and meanders closer, head up and nostrils flared to catch the smell of the woman down below.
Upon closer inspection, she relaxes visibly. The ivory splashed maiden is none-other than the partner-in-crown her mate had told her about. She knew the mare by scent only, her aroma littered the place, clearly she had been a long-term caretaker of the mountain world. Putting on a warm smile, my flower child lets a sing-song whinny escape her throat, the sound reverberating in the valley. Dark tail flagged gaily behind her, she bobs her head as she picks up an easy lope to close the distance between them faster. When her lover comes into focus, she can’t help but lick her lips eagerly.
Putting on the breaks, her haunches drop and she slides a bit in the damp terrain when she gets to them. Bouncing lightly to the right as she comes out of her drift, she goes to the Dragon-King, bumping him with her muzzle on the base of his neck, his shoulder, his barrel. Starting with her nose, she rubs her face up and down on him, from nostrils to poll. Groaning in pleasure, she lips at his withers, taking the coarse hair between her teeth and tugging on him. When the wytch is finally done with her overzealous greeting, she turns to the other ruler, bobbing her head again in anticipation at meeting the Queen.
Blowing heavily, Jah-Lilah extends her neck, mane falling on both sides haphazardly. Dark muzzle reaches out and weaves back and forth a time or two, and she steps closer. Respecting the other mare’s space and title, she wuffles a quiet acknowledgement.
Stand up little girl, a broken heart can’t be that bad.
someday, we will foresee obstacles
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