Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 27, 2010 9:51:41 GMT 8
The young dun hued fae moved across the rough rocks of Woodrow Cove. A while ago, she had made it her home, but most recently, she had been accepted into Ashton's herd. Those were two very different things to her. Now, the time had come for her to bare a foal, her first. The fae spotted him, in all his glory, where he usually was. When was her only question. Already she had asked, but now they would go to the glade, where the waters were cool and the grass was high.
Sangita picked her steps carefully as she moved slowly to him, her dainty crown looking up at him, even at a distance. Truly, he towered over her. His height was enormous, but his heart was so kind, more kind than any she had ever met. The king of all was a title that he had earned so well. She could feel everything within her, from the usually natural breathing that she had to the moving of her front pillars. Today, she felt in control. Sangita knew this was going to be a significant change, but she was as ready as she could be.
Finally, she was within hearing distance. "Ashton," she said gently, coming to his side. "It is time," she clarified, looking out to the horizon. The king of all would know what this meant. Life was all around them, even in the smallest of ways. From the crawling of ants on a coastal rock to the giant whales that swam within the waters, life was everywhere. Enjoying it was the only thing that mattered. She was.
Ashton watched over his land, each movement he was aware of. Every pain, every thought he knew. Wolves to horses, foxes to rabbits he watched over them all. Slowly, he heard her approach and closed his eyes. "Sangita," he greeted, turning slowly to see her standing before him. She was young, yet so mature and beautiful. He was lucky to have her, proud that she had asked to join his herd. He wondered if he would have to choose a new queen, though his heart rejected to idea as soon asit popped into his mind. Sangita would make a fine queen, but the time was not now nor ever...he still wondered though.
He took a step closer, his hooves making no noise on the soft sand of the dune, and brushed his nose against her, comitting her scent to memory. "Then let us be off," he said quietly "if that is what you wish." He waited for her reply, standing there and playing with strands of her mane. It was her life, her choice and he would do nothing to change that.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Sept 28, 2010 4:11:03 GMT 8
All things dwelling within the lands of Woodrow Cove were protected always and watched forever. From the dainty, slender fae with a slim form to the foal that she would soon bare. One of Ashton's she thought, a small chill trailing down her spine. The foal...how would it look? Well, she was a dun mare, simple in appearance but beautiful. Ashton was unexplainable, with his beauty so immense that it must have captivated the heavens. With personality, there could be no wrong, she was sure.
Sangita, the young fae of Mecklenburg blood, knew that what she was committing to was only what her heart desired. They were nothing, nothing at all, if nothing had told her what she wanted. Who was better to tell her than herself? "My wish is the greatest I have wished in my existence," she replied, knowing that her existence had not been long at all, unlike some. They had been around forever it seemed, never changing. Some did though. Sometimes it was for the better, sometimes for the worse.
Moving carefully over the land, she transitioned into a hand gallop, surging to keep more. The glades were where she longed to be, and no rest would be to her mind nor soul until this day was over. Soon, things would change, for the better. If a colt was born, he would be the heir, heir to being the king of all. If it was a filly, Sangita knew that any stag would fight for her heart. All this did not matter to her though. The only thing that did matter was that she was with someone that she wished to spend the rest of her life with. That goal had been finished as of that day.
A gentle smile entered Ashton's maw, the sound of her sweet lyrics and the honest truth behind her words were so true and filled with love. It was what she wanted, so it was what she would get. Maybe a colt, a heir for the lands. Or a filly, the sweet daughter he was yet to have.
As she moved, he paused for a moment and watched her strides carry her away before following. If their son or daughter was to be born and had her grace and beauty, the world would cry to know them.