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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 26, 2010 3:09:49 GMT 8
Clanking of daggers against rocks was so familiar to the one who traveled alone. Longing feelings arose in the young fae's heart as old memories came pouring back to her all at once. Addiction to the salty waves that crashed against the rough coast was irresistible to anyone in the living. Cirrus clouds danced in the sky far above the shining rocks. Sun laced everything upon the lands of rock and sand, truly making it the center of all good in the world. Shrubs and trees stood as the gentle billows caressed them gently, as well as dun hues tresses falling to the shoulder of the one whose return would be appreciated.
A small petite bodice moved rather quickly, taking long strides and raising her delicate crown to sense everything around her. The sights, smells, sounds overwhelmed her with forgotten joy. In even a month, it had been much too long to be away from home. Light danced in the eyes of the young queen as she came, her sides no longer large with the new life. Beside her was the heir to the throne, her son. Sun beat down on the darker dorsal stripe that consumed the very center of her back and sunlight danced upon her feminine frame. Sangita searched frantically for her king with her lavender eyes, wanting to see him already. The feeling of love between them was almost tangible, and everything needed to be consumed to the fullest amount.
Sangita looked down to see the young colt, three times as large as she was at that age, moving freely beside her. Earth hued was his pelt, with intricate ivory markings across his small bodice. Spots of ebony scattered his bodice. Short tassels came from his neck and hind quarters. Ebony with strips of ivory they were - truly unique and beautiful in every fashion. Ebony pillars moved next to his mother, smiling up at her with joy. How good it was to be in the land where he felt truly content, to see his father for the first time. The bright blue eyes danced in the same way that the mother's had, taking in every detail, everything scene by scene.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 28, 2010 12:01:53 GMT 8
Aged dark harks flickered at the noise, hearing the approach of his queen. She had been gone a while, but he had forced himself not to worry. He had not been able to help himself, having begged the wind to bring news of her. He knew he had a heir at last, a son to call his own.
"Sangita," he murmered, appearing out the forests corner and spotted her petite form with a fond smile. Yes, after the lost of his first queen, he had found love once more. "Welcome home," he said, nuzzling her spotted side gently and paused, peering down at his son. "Hello son," he greeted the colt, a fond glint appearing in his soft orbs.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 28, 2010 12:22:05 GMT 8
"Ashton," the vocals whispered, galloping up to him and nuzzling him softly. Sangita had missed his warm gaze upon hers, their collaboration of ideas and plans. Most of all, she had missed their never ending love that flowed on like the sea. Their love was deep and wide, unbreakable even by death. "I will never leave again," she promised from deep within her. Another year without him, she could not bare in the slightest amount. From this point, it would just be them and the beauty that they had created together. Looking down at the earth hued colt, she smiled. "This is Alston, meaning noble," she said softly.
Alston trotted up to his father bravely, as he looked to him with intelligent blue eyes. For his age he exhibited excellent knowledge of all things on the earth. Sometimes, he even stunned his own mother with facts of life, philosophy that the oldest names had come up with. Perhaps, he was one of the greatest minds to be born into the world. "Hello, father," the week old colt said, looking up to his father with respect and honor. Alston had always shown that kind of respect to passing mares with other foals and had even helped a filly at the birthing grounds escape from drowning in a lake just yesterday. Already, the colt had a craving for knowledge and a wish to learn everything he could.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 29, 2010 8:29:32 GMT 8
"Thank you," he whispered in reply, comforted by her vocals. She would never leave him, and nothing par death itself would keep him away from her now.
"Hello Alston," he smiled at the name, he would indeed be noble. "These lands you see," he turned standing beside the colt and peered over the lands with green orbs "will one day be yours. Care for it as you would a lover, treat it as you should your mother. He chuckled slightly, nose mussing his messy locks. "I shall teach you all about these lands, my first and final son."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 29, 2010 8:47:07 GMT 8
The young colt let his eyes sweep over the small white fizzing of the waves as they met the sandy shore. Upon them sea gulls chirped as they fought over a small crab. Eyes widening, he watched the dolphins leap over the waters in the far distance of the sea. Alston thought about going to play with them too in their frolicking, but something in the back of his mind told him not to venture out too far into the sea. Those with fins like the storm hued dolphins seemed to be built specifically for the waters, while he was built to play upon the rocky shores. Compared to the other foals he had met on his way here, though, he didn't like to play as much. Instead, he liked to converse with others. "It seems so.....vast. I wish to know it," he stated with his already aged vocabulary.
Alston bowed slightly to his father, looking around once more to take in what would be his one day. "I promise, I will always cherish them," the earth hued colt had a glimmer to his eyes of hope and innocence, not knowing what he wanted to learn. Just to know what he was needed to do right now was good enough for him. Alston wondered if there were others around his age or even a bit older he could speak to. Every great king in the making needed friends to talk to after training, to play with when it was a time for playing - for comforting when sad times had come to them. Were there any? "I wanted to know," he paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about what his next words would be. "Are there any other foals around?" he asked, teetering back and forth on his front pillars a little anxiously.
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 29, 2010 8:49:13 GMT 8
The young colt let his eyes sweep over the small white fizzing of the waves as they met the sandy shore. Upon them sea gulls chirped as they fought over a small crab. Eyes widening, he watched the dolphins leap over the waters in the far distance of the sea. Alston thought about going to play with them too in their frolicking, but something in the back of his mind told him not to venture out too far into the sea. Those with fins like the storm hued dolphins seemed to be built specifically for the waters, while he was built to play upon the rocky shores. Compared to the other foals he had met on his way here, though, he didn't like to play as much. Instead, he liked to converse with others. "It seems so.....vast. I wish to know it," he stated with his already aged vocabulary.
Alston bowed slightly to his father, looking around once more to take in what would be his one day. "I promise, I will always cherish them," the earth hued colt had a glimmer to his eyes of hope and innocence, not knowing what he wanted to learn. Just to know what he was needed to do right now was good enough for him. Alston wondered if there were others around his age or even a bit older he could speak to. Every great king in the making needed friends to talk to after training, to play with when it was a time for playing - for comforting when sad times had come to them. Were there any? "I wanted to know," he paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about what his next words would be. "Are there any other foals around?" he asked, teetering back and forth on his front pillars a little anxiously.
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Post by Kanchana on Nov 29, 2010 9:14:30 GMT 8
The aged stag smiled slighly, eyes trained on the thinking colt. "No," he answered heavily, sorrow built in his tones "all those who I once loved...have left for a better life." His eyes closed, ancient saddess pouring from his being. "But you shall bring them back," he said to the colt, knowing he was telling the well speaking yongest the truth. He was the new hope of these lands. "Once my time has come to past, you shall take over and keep the darkness from taking over," he paused, not wanting to scare him with such news. "But, we have time of later to speak of this," he told him, nose nudging his little side. "Come, I have things to show you both."
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Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 29, 2010 9:43:08 GMT 8
Sangita touched her nose to his neck when she saw his pain visible upon his face. She had seen it so many times since the passing of the previous queen; it was one of the reasons she had taken a break - to give him time. The queen knew her young son would restore everything that had been lost, would take it and make his life successful. Looking into her son's eyes, she could see a sort of nervousness when the king had spoke of the darkness' invasions upon the world. Sangita wondered if it was fear or anticipation that clouded his thoughts, but she knew he would be brave when danger lurked. After all, he was their son. Looking to her son, she began to trot after Ashton, wondering what spectacular things this land beheld for them to know.
Purposes didn't let themselves be known until the time of despairs had passed and come to a close. Love is reborn in many fashions the words came into his mind, yet he had never heard them before. Alston remembered his father's words, that he was the hope of this land. Not long after he was born, his mother had called him the 'hope of the world'. Alston believed he knew what it had meant, but he wasn't sure yet what he was exactly destined to do. He wondered what type of darkness he would be facing, but it must have been strong, for he could see a crease of worry spread across his mother's features. Surprisingly, he was not afraid of it or anything that those scoundrels tried to do to him. Alston would remain strong to his parents and the land. Noticing they had left him behind, he loped to catch up, excited for what his father would show him.
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