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 Posted: Sat May 03, 2014 8:00 pm
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The flutter stallion was in a tizzy enjoying the bright day. Spring had come after a harsh, harsh winter and his flushing, blushing bride seemed to be in as good a mood as he was. Of course, she was never going to be as demonstrative than he was but that didn't matter to Oberon. That's what happens when you find someone that completes you, they become a part of you that means more than anything. He was in his largest size and gathering up a large mouthful of flowers, being careful to not slobber all over them or damage them. He had ever intention of tucking a large bundle of flowers in his bride's fabulously beautiful mane. The flowers would end up fading away, but for a moment in time they can try to be just as gorgeous as she was. Oberon kept on moving quickly, oblivious that he was humming.
~*~
Time seemed to stand still. Or not exist. The large ruby mare wasn't sure which, and she was't sure she liked it. She stood at the very edge of the place they called home--she and Oberon, her mate--actually enjoying the soft touch of spring. Winter had been cold and cruel and sharp as knives, and with winter had come a flurry of emotions and feelings better left unspoken. Things had happened. Good things, but also bad things.
She pressed her eyes shut for a moment, recalling the day that she'd broken their mateship. She'd struck against him with her words, hurting him, hurting herself, in the thought that she would be protecting her family if she would just leave and take her troubles with her. It didn't work out that way and in the end, she'd fallen prey to the very things she hunted.
Used to hunt, she chided herself. God, that was a hard pill to swallow, the idea of never hunting again--not that she could do much now. Scars lined her sides, deep ridges that had discolored her brilliant pelt, her leg still a bit wonky from the battle.
And yet...he still loved her? He still took her back, her broken self and her tainted mind. He still loved her and it hurt, in a good way, in a way that made Aleksei smile ever so gently. Lifting her head, she canted her ears in the direction of her mate--hearing his soft hooffalls--and she began to move, slowly and with a bit of a limp, in his direction.
~*~
Oberon finished his offering and his ears swiveled back and forth, hearing the familiar noise of her coming towards him. He didn't like to think of the day that she had left him, and perhaps it was delusion but he had re-written but Obe had changed that awful fighting and breaking of mating into just a simple fight. She had needed to cool off. When she had come back to him, broken in mind and body, Oberon didn't ask her a question he simply welcomed her home. Heading towards her quickly, he dipped and tucked the flowers into the heavy golden clip and stepped back, "How're you feeling today?"
~*~
Aleksei stopped as he came towards her and she allowed herself to just...watch. Take him in in his bright glory, stained glass wings and dark Eqyptian-esque hair. He was wacky and strange. His sanity sometimes made her question her choices but...he was hers. Her eyes were locked on him as he strode up, a gathering of flowers gently between his teeth, and she smiled and dropped her head so he could better arrange them. Her little ear-wings fluttered gently, as if taking the flowers on as their own, as if they had a mind of their own.
"Today is nice," she said simply, motioning to the field surround them. "And the flowers are beautiful." A pause--she was still getting used to this, these feelings brand new. "Thank you, Obe," she said, reaching out and brushing her muzzle against his neck, lifting away a strand of hair that had fallen in his flight.
"The question is...what shall we do with the day, if it's all ours now?"
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