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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 28, 2009 20:52:12 GMT -5
The stag trotted into the land. His first Queen, Routterrie, had died. From what he did not know. Of course he mourned her death, but the appearance of one Irish Spearmint opened his doors and like a child dreams, he dremt of her.
She was always on his mind, his heart. Her wish was his command, and if only she knew how far in love he was. Smiling to himself he found a nice spot, and no one seemed to be around. Flicking his tail he waited to see the beautoful figure he loved to see. The scent that drove him crazy, and the eyes that boggled his mind.
He waited anxoiusly for her. Would she have twins, probably one he guessed. He had two young foals come into his land, without mothers. And he was pretty close to them, but not like he would be to his mate's foals. And he couldn't wait to tell her he wanted her to be Queen. She seemed dominat after all. |
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 28, 2009 23:31:04 GMT -5
Spearmint's heart pounded as she trotted into the land. Her throat felt closed and she felt a little sweaty. She trotted, her hooves clicking on rocks as she pranced nervously. She saw Silver Arrow and she balked a little, hesitating. She plastered a fake smile upon her maw and shook her head.
Her mane flowed around her like a sizzling flame of white hot steel, her dappled coat shining in the bright autumn sun. The colors of autumn; red,gold and yellow seemed to drift around her as they matched her dark golden colored eyes.
Her orbs wandered along the patchwork stallions contours and curves. She felt chills down her spine. She pranced a little, tossing her head as she neared. "Arrow" She said, dipping her light delicate skull at the stallion. She fidgeted nervously, wondering what Arrow had brought her here for, other then the obvious. |
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 29, 2009 6:30:18 GMT -5
The stallion smiled when she came into view. something seemed wrong though, he kind of sensed it. He tried to ognore it and greeted her muzzle extended but now in a nuzzle. Looking over her she fidgeted, did she not wantto do this?
The mare could tell him, if she wished, the brute would not be mad. Carrying on his maw broke as he prepared to speak. Flicking his tail he thought over the words to say a moment. They seemed well so his throat tickled and he cleared his throat.
"Irish Spearmint. It has not been long at all since I rescued you. Maybe a month. But since Routterrie had died, I wish you to be Queen. Do you accept?" |
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 29, 2009 19:58:47 GMT -5
"Irish Spearmint. It has not been long at all since I rescued you. Maybe a month. But since Routterrie had died, I wish you to be Queen. Do you accept?"
The stallion words were of shock to Spearmint. Her listeners cautiously pricked forward and she lowered her skull, thinking as the stallion watched her. Her peppery silver and dark grey mane was parted on either side of her neck as her whipcord flicked. A frown was fixed upon her maw as she thought.
She raised her skull and looked at the stallion. She stepped closed to him, her ebony muzzle running along his neck as she barley touched his satiny skin. Her maw continued down his neck and along his broad back as the mare gently nuzzled him
She turned now, her dark honey hued orbs glowing as she gently bumped her hindquarters into his chest. She knew he would get the message. Her intamicy had showed him her answer without her words vocalizing it. The words seemed to hang in the air, and She hoped Arrow would ignore his raving hormones and get the message. |
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 29, 2009 20:05:55 GMT -5
The stallion almost frowned when she did, worrying she would deny it. She did not speek, silence was mroe powerful than words and he nickered as her touch was calm and soft, running like water over a water fall, but more pure and gentle by far. Smiling he gently mounted her.
After ensuring he'd planted his seed in his lady he dis mounted and moved to her, nuzzling her, wanting it to last forever. She was beautiful. But he did still have some business to cover. "And Irish. I wish for Emerald to be second in command, with close authority. Though you reign over her." Smiling he nodded waiting for any response she might give. |
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Post by ::MakybeDiva428:: on Sept 29, 2009 20:17:57 GMT -5
It seemed to have worked. Arrow tenderly nuzzled her before he gently mounted her. She snorted as he dismounted and she turned, nuzzling his neck tenderly. She wondered how the other mares would react? She tenderly nuzzled Arrow once more. The words came out of her mouth and she hardly thought before speaking them.
"I love you Arrow. I will do anything you wish"
She spoke. She would die for Arrow. Her love for him had been a crush at first sight, Routierre had go in the way though. Arrow's heart had belonged to her. Spearmint knew that it would never fully belong to her, but she would get as much as she could.
"Let's go home"
She said as she nuzzled him. Her tone was adoring, her orbs glued on Arrow's patchwork of ebony and alabaster. She looked so plain next to him. She had never been one for looks. She was after all, a dappled grey.Nothing exciting. Arrow's coat was exotic and bright, contrasting as mingling as one. Spearmint spoke to Arrow, gently nuzzling his neck.
"Your beautiful"
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Post by .:Lindsay793:. on Sept 29, 2009 20:20:36 GMT -5
The stallion touched her neck with his muzzle and smiled as she nuzzled him. She spoke of love and he agreed. And it wasn't too soon. Everything seemed right with her, but with Routterrie he feared everything had been too soon. -not done, beth's kicking me off  tee hee- |
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