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Post by Kanchana on Aug 21, 2010 12:43:48 GMT 8
Omeya smiled shyly as he touched her nose, glad that she hadn't rejected her. She guessed he didn't understand her irish, but her mothers gaze softened at the words. She had always known her daughter was more then norm, and this was just proof that she saw more then the physical eye.
Kanchana eyed him once more, unknowing how much longer her mate would be. "A year and a day," she said, closing her eyes in defeat. If her king wasn't home by then, well she would fight reguardless if he refused or not. "Go and treat my daughter well," she command and murmed something to her daughter in irish before trotting off the way she had come.
OOC: not really of course XD it's only a few weeks really...but yea whenever...
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 22, 2010 0:18:06 GMT 8
"I am Fantasma," he said softly to Omeya, knowing that she probably hadn't heard it when he had introduced himself to Stars-Sam. The only time he had heard hers was when her mother had called it. It was quite beautiful to him; she would be nice to have in his herd for when he took over, wherever he took over.
Fantasma nodded to Kanchana at both of her statements. Quite a while it was, but he would abide by that rule. If the stallion was not back, he would simply take over and be the new king. Still, he would not fight Kanchana; now he had a reason not to.
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Post by Kanchana on Aug 22, 2010 15:12:59 GMT 8
"Hello Fantasma," she said quietly "my name is Omeya." Her mother had already told him, but it felt polite to introduce herself properly.
She jerked her nose away slightly, catching train of his thoughts and sighed. "Please..do not think like that...yet.." she murmered and looked over her silken shoulder. "Did you wish to see my home?" she asked, her ears pricking forwards "it is a beautiful place."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 22, 2010 23:30:16 GMT 8
The stag smiled as she told him of her name once more. "That is quite a beautiful name, Omeya," he said softly. Fantasma knew not to look toward the future yet, even though it was closer than he thought. Sometimes...things happen.
Fantasma brightened slightly as she wished to show him the lands that he loved when he first laid eyes upon them. "Yes, I would love that," he replied. "I saw the beginnings of it from the skies. Those are what drew it to me the most," he said, already beginning to trot deeper into the lands. The ground was soft, mushy almost from all the rain. The grass was becoming more lush every moment it seemed. The ebony stag moved faster, his muscles rippling under his ebony pelt.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Aug 28, 2010 7:13:29 GMT 8
Challenge Cancelled
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