Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 25, 2010 13:28:21 GMT 8
Monila, the once stunning fae, was aged quite a bit and feared that she would be killed one of the coming battles. Hairs of ivory replaced the once stunning painted chestnut pelt. Beside her trotted a young yearling filly with a light golden hue. Nudging the filly, she told her to go and do something else rather than to annoy her at this time. Becoming a sophisticated lady was her main priority, and sometimes she could be obnoxious. That could have been that Monila was getting more irritable though. In the past year, Tiana and Gloria had met and became good friends.
Alone on the beach she stood, watching the gentle waves crash up upon the sands. There was someone she had wanted to see - her beloved king. Their time together was growing shorter, and she longed for the moment he nuzzled her cheek and told her sweet things. Even though he had housed her and the daughter that thought he was her father. Truly, Monila had been forced on the way and had not been able to give Sorrel a foal. She guessed it was time for that. "Sorrel," she called, flicking her wispy chestnut whipcord.
The stallion knew that someone wanted him, he could tell from the way the animals moved. Monila was waiting for himon the beach. Well if she wanted him, he would go to her. he knew that she was getting older, but that was something that he was not too bothered about. It happened and in time he would have to seek out another betta. For Sigaf was dying and that meant that there would be others who would come to try and become the betta of his lands..
Trotting up to her he smiled. "You sought me, Monila?"
Monila stood there for a moment before she began to flick her harks back and forth, trying to locate the sound. Hearing things far away had grown harder for her in the last few years. Vision had also gotten worse, but she could still see the hues of the beach and recognize the others on the beach. No one could know how close she was to dying, mostly because she didn't exactly know. All she knew was that the fillies would have each other. Vela had been stolen by humans, and Monila knew she may never see her grand daughter again. Gloria and Tiana had each other though - and their sister or brother that was on the way soon.
"Yes, I did," she replied matter-of-factually as he came into view, closer. "Gloria is a yearling, and I would like a heir from you," she said, knowing he would be pleased to have another foal when she was gone. The golden filly would visit him often, she knew, and Tiana would stop by sometime since she needed friends and allies in this world. Monila wondered whether they should go to the glade or stay here. One was safer, but the other was more beautiful. Did they have time to waste?
"Where would you rather go for this? It's your choice." he was over joyed by her question, but he knew that she was getting oh so very old. She was happy here and he knew that, she would not have stayed if that was not the case.
Post by .:Phantom:. on Nov 26, 2010 13:40:15 GMT 8
Monila shrugged a little, for she didn't really care nor know where they should go. Traveling was hard for her, especially with her bad hip and how it cracked whenever she ran too quickly. Watching him to see what he preferred, she couldn't tell anything. Maybe there was time for two more of hers to be born into this world - two years left to complete the history of her life. Four heirs to her name would she bare in all, two by a stranger, two by her stag. "I would like to travel, but it's not really an option. It's getting harder for me to move around," she confessed, hanging her crown in sorrow.
It was a shame they would have to make the foal in the lands in which he ruled. Monila had been here over a year, and in that time she'd fallen in love with every aspect of it. She nuzzled him, beginning to walk to a private area where it would take place. The young one would either be mostly white or mostly their hue - chestnut. Her first daughter had been a bay, the second golden, and the third she would like to be chestnut. Monila could not stop mother nature's decision though.
He walked happily after her, knowing that there were some places in his home that she would be happy. Many of them though were easily seen into, there were so very few that were private, though he knew them all. He stopped though when she did, knowing she'd chosen the place for this.
Monila stayed put in her chosen place and flicked her whipcord about until it was where she wanted it. Already fantasizing about the foal that she would know only for a short time, she nodded to him, allowing him to begin. Soon, there would be another young one running around Vernien En Seere. It was only a matter of time now. Monila hoped with all her heart that she lived until it was born. If she didn't, she knew she would be disappointing a lot of her loved ones.
Still, the painted vixen had yet to tell her love of the departure of her second youngest daughter. Evidently, she hadn't taken the news well that Sorrel was not her real father. Monila hoped Gloria would get over it before it was too late. Yes, she was sure Sorrel would want to know. They were as close as daughter and father, so it was a big deal for her to just get up and leave without saying a word.
He did what he had to do before speaking again. He knew Gloria was gone, but he did not know why she left without a word to him. He'd taken her in, and she'd just gone, without saying goodbye. He'd loved her as a daughter.
The chestnut splattered vixen sighed restlessly, glad that she would deliver one last foal but frustrated about the turmoil of her second born. Just days before, angry looks had been passed to one another while neither had dared to speak. The feeling of disgust was mutual, even though Monila didn't want to admit it. Mother was disgusted at daughter for revolting against her when she spoke that the only stag that loved her was not her father. The daughter was disgusted simply because she had not been told as a child. Many things the youth did not understand, mostly because she had no desire to learn. One day, she too, would know not to take affections for granted. She would see the truth.
"Yeah...I....uh," Monila paused, nervousness rising in her chest as she fidgeted slightly. "I told her about her father," she admitted, a soft exasperated sigh drifting from her lips. "Gloria ran away...and she told me that I wouldn't see her again and that I'm a liar," Monila explained. The leaving of her daughter had at first been an easy experience, much more pleasant than the leaving of Tiana. Then, it turned really ugly when the older mare told her the same story she told her first born - except it went over well with Tiana, seeing as she knew she didn't have a father since she was born. With Gloria, it had been a disaster.
"She'll come around," he said, resting his head on her withers. "Most would react different to the way other have. I know where she's coming from, my parents were the same as we are to Gloria. Never really knew my father, we were taken from him before I met him by another stallion."
He sighed. "Not many know of that side of me. I don't know what to make of the thoughts but we'll see what happens."