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 Posted: Mon Feb 04, 2008 10:04 pm
Man, what had happened to her?
Waddling along the flatlands, since god help her if the now belly rounded mare attempted a hill and fell, Nimue felt miserable. And not the miserable she usually felt with all her conflicting emotions and not enough thoughts to comprehend them with, oh no....she felt sick to her stomach for a long while now, equipt with hot flashes, an almost untamable hunger and of course, a giant round belly between her legs.
"Ohhhhooooo.....Why does this happen to Nimue? Nimue swears she can't have eaten this much..." The mare whined, her locks of ebony falling over her face as her breathing became a bit laboured...all this walking was taking the little energy she had in her now and tossing it to the wind. Flying sadly was also out of the question, fortunately she'd been close to a pond to fall in the last time she'd tried to do so. Even four strong wings couldn't make the titanic of a mare airborne.
It was comforting though to say the least that Reaper was always nearby, or so he promised. Nimue beleived him though, Gabriel was always one for his word and if he said he'd keep Nimue company thoughout her pregnancy then she had no need to worry if she was alone or not. Simply, her dark angel was lingering amonst the shadows of the night - the only time she preferred to travel now-adays. At least with her wings she could mask her ivory body into the shadow's oblivion, unlike the day where she stuck out like a sore thumb.
As usual, the confused and sporadic mare had completely forgotten that she was infact pregnant, as was the sort of deal she had with Reaper. The stallion longed for a pure bred legacy of his own, while the mare wanted nothing more than the company and a promise not to be left alone with her curse.
It might not have been love, but there was something between the two forsaken; an attractive need for one another. Nimue knew for sure though that she valued Gabriel's company, and always would....they were kin, and similar in many, many ways.
Then again, she'd been similar to the red tide to.
"Ooohhhoo...." Nimue whined again, but this time the pain had rose up into her heart as the familiar ache returned whenever she recalled those words. Casting her eyes downwards, the trugged on...even in her state she knew that being incapable of fleeing and being out in such an open space wasn't a good thing to do. Heading towards the forest line, the mare stopped at a small stream to quench her insatiable thirst.
Sadly, pregnant mares were something that Nimue had never been told the downfalls to.
And of course, she toppled over with a hefty splash and a yelp.
"Oh noes oh noes oh noes!" She wept softly, her emotions running even more sporadic since her impregnation, the hormones alit like a forest fire in her soul. "Nimue is hopeless...." She breathed through her tears, hoping that Reaper would come to help her if he was infact close by, but she began to thrash the best her body could to try and regain her footing into the ground.
Unfortunately this was more easily said than done.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 10:56 am
"Daaaaaaaaaad."
Pulled out from his thoughts by his sons long, drawn out start of yet another question, Ezriel flickered his pale ears and glanced over with a slight turn of his head. His thick, crimson locks swayed gently much like a flowing river of freshly spilt blood, waving by means of a small breeze against his deathly pale, ghostly hide. The stallion mused a small smile, rather relaxed yet weary from their unceasing travels. The two of them wandered; their hooves taking them somewhere, anywhere, where the two could be alone and keep danger from nipping at their heels. Somehow Ezriel could only count his blessings of being blessed with a son that never complained, enjoyed roaming about with him and had a rather decent head on his shoulders filled optimism, a skewed reality and surreal outlook on life.
As for his daugther- damn. Ezriel missed her! He was certain that in the coming days that he and Rue would travel out to find his daughter and exhange her for Rue. Besides, he was certain that Rue wanted to see his mother and he was damn certain that Cassiel was anxious to roam alongside him.
Sometimes it was good for a change.
"Hmm?"
Scooting closer towards his fathers side, the young colt giggled as he butted his head against his fathers side. Already the once small colt was gaining height and stature that was sure to be just like his fathers! With affection he lipped at Ezriels side, nickering softly as he swayed his longer, crimson tail that no longer was a simple stub.
"When will Rue an' Daddy go see Grandmothu' 'gain? An Caaassiel? Rue curious whur' going," the aged colt commented. He tilted his head slightly as he knitted his brows with great curiosity. Oh but his questions had only begun. Poor Ezriel- he'd best keep up!
"We go see mothu'? Winged mothu' who saved Rue once? Rue miss her. Rue misses mothu' vury much sooooo." The colt gave a blink of his eyes, out of the corner he could see Ezriel begining to open his maw but the series of question had answer had really only begun and Rue wanted to know everything! "Can Rue has food? Rue hungry. Can Rue has sleep, Rue has drink, Rue reaaaaally tired, Rue want to lay down. No, Rue wanna go back to grawnmothu' Rue wanna race! Rue can sing now? Sing okay? Daaaaaaddy Rue has boredome! Rue play?"
The forelegs of the colt trembled slightly as that pent up energy that had yet to become expended had collected inside of him for far too long. The young colt pulled away from his father, clopping his hooves loudly on the ground as he seemed to bounce up and down in a strange trot. He was trying so hard to keep calm (a talk that Ezriel had often given and a lesson that the stallion had to teach over, and over, and over again) but he just felt like something was going to burst inside of him.
It was such a strange feeling!
A part of him just- just wanted to scream and shot and clop his hooves yet he was well aware that his father was most certainly keeping an eye on him. Especially since often Daddy had talked about Grandpa Reaper who was not ver nice and coud both Rue and Cassiel. Ezriel always emphasized on being quiet, strong and unafraid of everything.
Fear was a deadly vice that could talk hold and restraint ones self back and Rue couldn't let that happen.
For a moment the colt was tied in what to do.
Follow in his fathers example or run around, clopping and stomping his hooves?
Meanwhile with the bomarding questions, Ezriel stood his ground and exhaled a deep breath from out of his nostrils. He was expecting this; so many questions that sought answers and explainations. For a moment the stallion knitted his crimson brows as he pursed his lips slightly. "We'll go see Grandma, Cassiel Uncle Dante, Aunt Meera and all of them soon- we just have to look for 'you-know-who'," the stallion commented with a slightly deep and low toned voice. But even as Rue's 'mother' was brought up again, Ezriel sighed.
Ever since that night where he and Nimue became wrapped up in a heated argument after the mare had found his basket and gashed his eye with her horn (which eye still sustained permenant damage by means of hazy sight) Rue had been convinced after the said mare had launched his basket into the ocean and then saved him that she was his mother! Why? Hell, it didn't make sense but it was plausible since Nimue was the first one whom he had seen. And though Ezriel had lost her there wasn't a time where he didn't feel the pain when Rue would speak highly of her and plead and beg to see her again.
The aging colt simply just did not understand the complication of the situation and even still Ezriel felt a piece of his heart continue to shatter realizing that he was a food- such a damn fool to believe that he would be with her till the end of time. Absent minded, the stallion grounded his jowls together and shook his head.
"Rue, I doubt we'll find her. We can go looking for her but that doens't mean we'll suddenly run into her," he sighed. Why, why did he put up with this? Even though, yes, it did hurt him inside Ezriel never refused to not go off with his son and try to help him find his 'mother'. Deep inside there was a piece of Ezriel that wouldn't accept that he had lost her- no, Reaper had won but certainly that wasn't the ********. Just because he wasn't a 'fallen angeni' and couldn't quite comprehend the torment and loss that one would have to endure and be faced with during the process of being stripped of glory and thrusted out by the hosts of Heaven didn't mean that he was senseless and didn't understand pain and loss! When he was little he and his siblings lived in fear- consumed in fear of a malicious, horrid creature whom had hurt their mother and was to plauge their lives and, eventually, kill them. Wherever they went, he was watching them, waiting and luring them. Yet never once did Reaper attack any of them. Yes, their father did enstill fear within them and even attempted to sway Ezriel to become an heir to his own darkness yet killing them, perhaps, was something that would ignite the remembrance and recollection of the stallions own sin- the sin which had banished him and cursed him.
But Ezriel had overcome his fear, he had trampled over that childish nature and was strong. Even though he hadn't followed in his fathers hoof prints didn't mean that he was weak- Ezriel had found something, no- someone whom had won his heart.
But while love took his head, jealousy took his fathers. Reaper was selfish! Damn selfish in thinking that he could woo Nimue into giving him what he desired most. Oh yes. Surprised that he was knowledgable? Ezriel had heard the rumors concerning his father and Nimue and, now, he had set out to see it for himself. Like wildfire the rumors concerning the abstract, dillusioned and innocent mare pointed to the new description of 'round'. Such a world clicked the only suspicion that he was spiteful against.
She was pregnant with his fathers brooding hellions.
Hell, what else would Reaper want?
Ever since the brawl between father and son, Ezriel had noticed not so much a lust for power but for fear. To strike fear into the hearts of all and into the hosts of heaven for what they had done to him. Well ********. So what was going to happen? Raise an army of hellions to bring the lands and all to their knees? Ezriel flared his nostrils.
He needed to speak with his father as well. Reaper had been pissing the ******** out of him and it was time for a 'heart to heart' about all of this s**t.
Again the stallion shook his head and exhaled another deep breath from out of his nostrils. "Rue- I don't think we'll find her," he commented, his voice a little agitated while the cogs of his mind continued to wind. "I don't thinks she wants to see you and I."
"Noooo! Mouth' wants to see Rue! Rue knows it! Rue knooows!" The colt shook his head fervently from side to side, not wanting to think of that. I mean, how could he! He was certain that the winged mother of his wanted to see him! Trotting ahead a little quicker as he peeked behind him towards his father much like a young child keeping a look out while preparing for mischief, Rue gve one last glance.
"RUE FIND MOTHU' FIRST-EST!" He exclaimed, suddenly darting off in a gallop, thinking that it would be fun to run around in search of the ever elusive one called 'Nimue'.
Panting as his mane and tail were wisked upwards by the air, Rue darted ahead.
Even the small mind of the colt had its cogs fervently turning; in his mind he imagined his winged mother nipping at his mane and ear, giving him kisses as he snuggled closer. She must love him since she saved him! Daddy was just being silly, silly, silly! Just like Grandma Korrine had pointed out that sometimes his Daddy was just being sillly, Rue was starting to think the same thing. Why did Ezriel always seem to doubt things? He seemed so- so sad. Rue didn't like when his daddy was sad. Not one bit!
Maybe by helping him find Nimue he could make things better? Besides, shouldn't mommies and daddies be together?
It made perfect sense!
"RUE FIND NIMUE FOR DAAAAAAAAAADDY!" The colt exclaimed, still pulling forward and ahead.
Ezriel didn't have a lot of time to react but the only reaction he could really express and display was a slacked, gaping jaw as he watched his son suddenly gallop off with great speed and shout something- shout....
Oh ******** GET BACK HERE!" Ezriel shouted, leaping into a strong and swift gallop. Oh no, oh no! This was not good! Why did this always happen? Voidless, black orbs narrowed upon his son lengths ahead as his jowls seemed to grind more fiercely together.
"RUE!"
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