|
Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 17, 2010 9:00:22 GMT 8
A young red dun fae let her shining hooves fall easily in a two beating pattern upon the land. The fae had no where to live at this time, and she wanted to become part of this beautiful place. The king was Ashton, the tall and handsome stallion of these lands. She stopped and admired the area. It had quite a few many of trees and on top of the sand with much of a rocky terrain. It looked not falsified but real and natural with the ocean crashing against the rocky banks. Sangita thought it was one of the most beautiful places more beautiful than those serene places where it seemed nothing could go wrong. No, this place seemed a bit on the dangerous side with the strong waves and high winds. It was raw beauty.
Sangita stood beside a tree, looking about for the king. Surely he must be here, and she did not want to intrude on his herd without him knowing.
|
|
|
Post by Kanchana on Jul 18, 2010 12:06:02 GMT 8
The black stag approached, his large bodice powering easily up the steep hill. He was getting older, but not yet old enough to be worried. Old enough to have expriance in life and love.
He knew the fae was here, he had known since she had entered his lands. Ashton nickered a greeting, approaching her slowly. "Greetings fae, welcome to my beautiful home," he said in soft tones.
"You are Sangita? Yes?" he asked with a good natured chuckle.
|
|
|
Post by .:Phantom:. on Jul 19, 2010 10:21:37 GMT 8
Sangita watched a Ashton coming up the hill, coming closer to her. He seemed like an experienced fighter, and she was sure that she would be safe in these lands from invading stallions. The young fae was surprised that Ashton knew her calling. Of course, she knew his, for he was a king. She was only a simple fae, young and unknown right now. Sangita did not have any expect anyone to know her yet.
Sangita nickered in return to the stag, smiling. "Greetings, Ashton," she said, knowing this was him and bowing. "Yes, my calling is Sangita," she replied.
|
|
|
Post by Kanchana on Aug 22, 2010 17:48:56 GMT 8
"Welcome to my home," he said, nodding towards the wide open coast. It was eaisly the biggest land in the whole area, but water took most of it. Soft waves crashed to the beach and Ashton sighed internally, wondering where his queen was. "It may be your home as well if you wish," he said after a moment, smiling kindly to the young fae.
OOC: ick soz
|
|
|
Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 30, 2010 9:51:53 GMT 8
Sangita looked out to the crashing waves upon the coast, glad that there was finally a place to call her home. It was here...that was where she belonged. The king looked troubled slightly, but it was really none of her business. She knew that it must be hard being a king, especially the king of all horses. So much burden was laid upon him, so much expected. "I am glad to hear that," she said, with a slight smile. Her new home was huge, great for frolicking upon the beach or standing under the moonlight, feeling the waves roll upon her legs.
There was only one more thing to do now; it was spring. Although she respected and cared for Ashton, no stallion ran by her side. It was time, time to make a change. Hopefully, some stallion without a home would come, come to sweep her off her feet and offer her a place in their herd. It would be wonderful...fabulous. Sangita was young and had never felt love though.
Sangita wondered if he'd take her into his. She had showed up unexpected, intrigued with the lands, now intrigued with the king. The young fae would respect all other members if he allowed her to do so. By the way she looked, Ashton would know that there was something on her mind. Still, she would look around at Alaknanda to see what was there - what made it such a wonderful place for love.
|
|
|
Post by Kanchana on Sept 25, 2010 10:14:45 GMT 8
Ashton's ears flickered, taking in the slight sounds of movement near by. Just birds and foxes, there were no other horses then the two of them at the moment. "Does something tug at your mind, Sangita?" he asked the young fae with a kind smile. "Say what you wish, it is of no offence to me," he chuckled easily, looking over at her for a moment before looking back at the blue sea. He was good at reading others, there emotions or at least guess at them.
|
|
|
Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 25, 2010 21:34:12 GMT 8
Sangita sighed and smiled at the same time, looking back up. "Well, I've been accepted into your land, but I would also like to be in your herd, if you don't mind," she said, now half halfheartedly smiling. Her young features were neutral, waiting to see if she would be one worthy enough for the king of all. Sangita didn't consider herself an option to be in his herd, but perhaps Ashton would see it differently.
"It is also spring, as you know. I don't know you well yet, but there is no stallion in my life to be the father of my foal," she said with a sigh, wondering if he would step up to the job of being a father for whoever was born from her. One of her small, sharp harks flicked back to her the high tide come crashing upon the beach. It was a little soothing to her recently aroused nerves. The beautiful young red dun fae looked to it, showing her appreciation to a distraction that did not have to make her concentrate on whether or not she'd be accepted into the herd.
|
|
|
Post by Kanchana on Sept 26, 2010 7:00:12 GMT 8
Ashton listened to her words, letting each sound swish around him with the wind. Once she had finished, he stood in silence for a moment more. He had guessed as much was on her mind. "You are more then welcome," he murmered "to join my herd..." He turned to look at her, moving slowly in a full circle to face her. "As for the latter...I would be more then happy to," he chuckled "there is nothing more beautiful then young foals running though the sandy beachs and salty water." He took a small stride towards her, stretching out his neck to brush hers with his soft nose. "Whatever you want, I will do my best to get it for you."
It was the same with all his mares, he would do whatever he had to make them happy and safe.
|
|
|
Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 26, 2010 7:21:10 GMT 8
Bright, her eyes shone as she looked to him, the moments of suffering drifting away from her memory. What replaced them was pure happiness, pure infinite joy. "Ashton," she said softly, sweetly. "Thank you, for you have given me what I have always wished for," she added, bowing to him, the king of all. None other would be like him, none at all. Love already twinkled deep within her, yet she knew it would grow throughout the years. Her mother had always told her that it was hard to find true love.
Perhaps she had been right, but she knew that it was the matching that made true love. The right feelings had to be present too, for it to work out. She smiled as he brushed his nose across her velvety, soft dun pelt. Sangita reached her soft nose out to touch his, to know him, to know his scent. She would never forget him, as long as she lived. "I do indeed wish for a foal, but the time will be soon. I already feel it inside," she said, knowing it would not be too soon later on in the week.
|
|
|
Post by Kanchana on Sept 27, 2010 9:48:07 GMT 8
He smiled gently, glad he was at least able to make her happy for that much was clear. Was it love? No, for two reasons. One because he could not love another....not after Eleven his queen. Two...well they had just met. "Dear Sangita," he murmered, senseing something was wrong in his lands "something is wrong....I must go..." He brushed his lips against the nape of her neck before galloping with with a mere swish of his midnight coat.
OOC: ick soz.
|
|