"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
As his singular sillouhette christens his homeland once again, he breathes a heavied sigh of relief. The trip to Tephra had been easier than he anticipated. His conversation with locals faired well but all things must return to normal and he was grateful for it. He'd seek the company of the rulers in time to inform them on any news they may wish to here. First things first though. He must find his red flower.
Silver limbs moved him gently across the rolling plains. The breeze whipped his silver locks into a frenzy that no amount of grooming could tame. His lengthy tail danced along his hocks with each stride. As his body travels so does his thoughts. Back to the day he had met her. It had been late winter then and she had been eyeing him from her cave. A smile creases his lips then as he thinks of the way she had joked about his thick mane. Reality hits him in that same moment as he also thinks of how she changed after what happened. Her mannerisms becoming more reserved, more cautious...more withdrawn. His heart is heavied in that moment at his failure as a protector to her. He vowed to never let anything happen to her, or the girls, again.
Crystalline eyes find the familiar landscape of the cavern come into view. He whickers a greeting into the crisp fall air. The glowing sun, just beginning it's decent for the day. With fall came chilly evenings and he was happy to be home once again...
02-20-2018, 07:37 PM (This post was last modified: 02-24-2018, 12:25 PM by Kuma.)
Kuma
She longs for a time when things were easier.
Beqanna had changed, this much she knew. Sylva was no longer ridden with the evil creatures of the night, she could sleep peacefully knowing Gryffen was no longer lurking in the shadows. But even so, the nightmares persisted, and the voice in the back of her head continued to tell her "it will happen again."
She is more reserved, more quiet now. Her babies had grown and Embark took her leave (to her mother's dismay and heartbreak). The skin upon Kuma's hide had healed, a majority of her chestnut coat had grown back, and her mane was nearly to the bottom of her shoulder now, but still she couldn't move on.
She wanted to though. She wanted to grow from her situation. Guilt for sheltering the girls ran deep, regret for not trying harder to move on sooner was heartbreaking, but she had decided during Imperial's absence of Loess to change. She wanted more with Imperial than a life of fear.
The morning air is crisp as she walks out from inside the cave and towards the field of varied flowers. The flowers gave her comfort on days she felt lonely. She feels a lump growing in her throat as she awaits him. He said he'd be back by the fall, hadn't he? He said he'd be there, right?
She hears him before she sees him. Her heart leaps when her gaze finally meets his, as tears well in her eyes. "Imperial!" She exclaims, rushing towards him, body colliding with his. She finds her lips traveling from his face to his shoulder. "I missed you!"
The rise in her voice calling his name causes his hooves to thunder towards her. A rejoiced whinny escapes his cords as she meets him. There was a renewed vibrance about her that had been lost so long ago. It delights him to see even the slightest sign of happiness.
They collide and their bodies embraced. The warmth of his flesh met with the warmth of hers, reigniting a passion he thought had but all been lost. His nares are flooded with her scent and he puts it to memory. Her touch along his body sends shivers down his spine. Silver lips reaching to brush her rosey flesh, "I've missed you more!"
Time had taken so much from both of them but in the end it had given so much more back. Her coat was nearly flawless now and her once cinched mane was flowing again. One could say she was nearly as beautiful as the day he met her, but he would argue that she was so much more...
. The vibrant hues of autumn fall all around then. The mountain is beautiful this time of the year, with the grass still bright from summer but the trees turning various shades of orange, red, and brown around them.
The warmth of his body against her is enough to make her melt into him. Electric shocks pulse through her body at his touch, at his gentle nuzzles. She had longed for him, longed for this moment and longed for this touch. And now he was finally here, caressing her once more. It was surreal.
She plants gentle kisses beneath his neck, nipping playfully at the silver-black skin. She presses her shoulder into him firmly before bouncing away, letting out a girlish giggle. She swivels her hips in a flirty way, urging him to chase her like they had that first day.
Except today would be different. There were no threats, there was no danger, just two young lovebirds and a whole mountain of flowers to frolic in (among other things).
“C’mon slowpoke!” She teases, raising a brow. With a gentle buck, she begins to canter away, towards a spring nearby.
Once again there is a light in her emerald pools that reflect who she had always been. It is confirmed by the gentle kisses along his flesh that send a tingle somewhere deep inside of him. It's a feeling that had long been lost since Sylva happened. Never did he think he'd be able to touch her in that way. The emotional damage had been done and he wasn't going to push her into anything. That would do no good. So he settled for being her rock.
When her looks turn from greeting to flirtation, he is pleasantly surprised. A grin curls his silver lips as she bounds off. An inviting swing of her hips and that is all the more confirmation he needs. His hooves grip into the earth below him as he surges forwards. Tossing his head from one side to the next playfully. She laughs after calling him slow and he is quick to respond with an increase in speed. Quickly catching up to her from behind and nipping gently at her speckled rump. "Who you calling slow?" He laughs as again he is picking up speed to canter side by side.
Sky blue eyes look ahead of them at the field of flora. A few more strides and they begin to slow in unison, just alongside the cavern where they had met just two years ago. His hide is slick with sweat as he comes to a stand. Reaching to brush his lip along her arch of neck. Oh, how he had long to touch her in all the ways lovers touched, but was this what she wanted? He was still so unsure.
And then they are there, standing by the edge of the cavern they had been living in for so long now. Where they had raised "their" two children...where she longed to raise more. Babies that were both of them, and not only some. She turns her head to look at him, emerald eyes softening as she stares into his ocean of blue.
If she had been sure of one thing, it was that she loved him. Regardless of their past, and regardless of what would happen in the future, she knew she always wanted him. She was content, living a quiet life along the base of the mountain with him, with whatever children they may have.
It wasn't for everybody, but it sure was good enough for her.
He brushes along the base of her neck, and she is quick to lean into it, letting out a content sigh at the surge of energy it sends through her body. When he stops, she turns, allowing herself to move closer to him, her face mere inches from his. Kuma trails her lips along his cheek bone, towards his ear, letting him feel her breath against his skin. She tickles the curve of his neck, down to his withers, flicking her scent towards him with her tail.
Did she need to say anything? It was clear she longed for this.
The caress of his silver lips are well received as he can feel her lean into his touch. He notices that the scars that had puckered her body had faded slightly. The red and cream of her coat attempted to cover the damage done. It succeeded in most areas but others were past repair. Those parts he was careful to brush along. Knowing that perhaps it was still sensitive to touch. Though these were just assumptions of a cautious man. Too cautious his daughters would say. Overbearingly protective was another term he heard often. He had his reasons...
When she touches his flesh again with soft touches and the warming of her breath, his body tingles. With no more movement than the flicker of his silver tail, he enjoys the affections he was receiving. As her lips wander, her body inches closer. The strong aroma of heat hung around them. Willing his muzzle to trace along the dip of her spine and curvature of her rump. A soft whicker vibrates deep in is chest.
Anticipation builds and he can no longer contain his excitement. He was a man and got many signals wrong but this one was ringing all to clear. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. So with a swing of his hindquarters and his silver aproned face at her hip, he rotates behind her. Offering her sweet kisses along her speckled rump before he is rising up on top of her. Forelimbs tightening to grip around her and pull her into him. His inexperience is obvious as he struggles for correct positioning but once it's found he enters her slowly. The warmth of her insides delight his senses and instincts take hold. Thrusting deeply inside her. His sweat begins to froth between his thighs and along his chest. It isn't long before his seed is expelled within her womb with a grunt of sheer pleasure. His tensed muscles relax as his grip slowly slips away. Finding his front end sliding off to her side. Silver lips trace along her barrel tenderly as dopamine courses through his veins...
Her virginity had been lost to one who was none of these things (although she was unconscious, she could assume this from the pain she had been in the day after...). Her body trembles at his delicate touch, at his tender kisses. The warmth of his love was something she had longed for, and she had no intentions of hiding this fact from him.
The velvety whisper of his call to her almost makes her melt. She presses into his barrel with her shoulder, then guides her body along his side until she finds her place in front of him. She flicks her tail in his direction, beckoning him forward. It takes him a moment to adjust his weight atop her, but he soon finds his place there. She pushes into him, letting the ecstasy that is him wash over her. A dim moan escapes her lips, and her eyes close as she feels him inside her. What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in his fervor, of the obvious fire he feels for her.
Deep within her belly, she feels a tingle, and soon the electricity ripples throughout her whole body. Her head tilts back, she cannot help what falls from her lips. "Imperial!"
When it is over, and Imperial releases his seed inside her, she feels him fall closely beside her. She moves beneath his strong neck, letting him caress her. "I love you." She murmurs closing her eyes.
