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 Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 6:55 pm
((This is a Private RP between `Swirly and Myself. Please do not post unless asked. ))  ------------------------------- The words "pissed off" did not describe how she felt. The word "terrified" wasn't strong enough to make her feel better. She was scared; scared out of her mind. Scared, angry and feeling absolutely horrible. It wasn't a good combination. She was huge. Belly already growing and she was losing the figure she hadn't known she loved. She was emotional, acting outrageously over small things at strange intervals. She knew exactly what was wrong with her too. Oh, Caelen was a dead stallion. She, of all things, of all horrible, sadistic and twisted things, was pregnant. She hadn't realized it at first. She'd thought she'd caught a bug of some sort. After Caelen and Ignacia had left, she felt a bit off, not wanting to eat and being disgusted with the very thought of it. That hadn't lasted very long. Soon, she found herself ravenous for food and unable to help herself from taking bites when she normally would never have been hungry. That had been her first indication, but she had brushed it off. When she saw Mashki bring home some basket-weaving supplies though, her eyes told her what instincts already knew. She was pregnant. With Caelen's children, no less. Oh, the irish-stallion was dead.
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 7:06 pm
((last post tonight.. Mom's being comp nazi))
The past couple months had been hell on him. Pure and unadulterated hell. Parting with 'Naci had left him aching from the inside and out. The true pain though had been the almost impossible separation from Azariel. He had promised her a month, and it had been two. Life always managed to get into the way.
The long-distance running had made his body a bit more defined and buff than before. Probably because every time he got enough air in him to run again he ran it out of him. Uphill or down he continued to force himself. She probably felt a blind rage at him for daring to be late. Another herd memeber had joined.. and Lovey was pregnant.
What in the world was going on? Luckily he'd have a beauty to return to.
Coming up over a hill with his body surging to the sound of the blood that pumped in his ears, Caelen grinned with sheer joy when the teepee came into sight. Aye, it was nearly time to be home and with his bonny lass. She'd probably be more than a bit angry at him for awhile for daring to be away from her. A few explainations and maybe another trip into the forest... Och, he was getting ahead of himself.
Pushing through the pain of weary bones the green shamrock made his prescence known from over half a mile away, shouting a loud neigh as wordless hail. Would be be glad to see him?
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Posted: Wed Jun 06, 2007 7:14 pm
Azariel's black ears flicked at the familiar sound, but she was not pleased. The cruel knowledge that he would certainly be pleased with this new development, while she was in both mental and physical agony, did not make her feel better.
She was indeed angry with him, but not in the way one would think. It was his fault this had happened to her. "It took two to tango" was not going to be a sufficient excuse for this little bit of "fun". Azariel was out for blood. Prefferably a certain irishman's.
She was tempted to move closer to her home--she was currently in a small meadow nearby--but she was both agitiated and tired at the same time. She wasn't going to move for him, not any time soon. He could forget about any more of that "fun" too, with this as a crystal clear consequence, she was this close to swearing to celibacy. She winced at the thought again, she was already beginning to have difficulty walking well, it was becoming more a a "waddle". She hated that word. She hated all that was happening to her. She--she had never wanted....this.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 4:12 am
Caelen slowed down from his dead run to a dead stop over the course of the next almost half mile. Something was rather wrong with what was going on. Azariel usually greeted him in some way. Had she changed her mind?
No.. no.. he was probably just being paranoid. They were mates now, what else could be going on though? His experience with two-leggers was rather limited, but at a time like this going and seeing what Mashki had to say could help him.
Slowly he began to walk again, making a wide-sweep around the teepee and area. While Mashki wasn’t really around something did catch his eyes. There were two baskets… Both not even half-way completed sitting on the ground. Both had a rather obvious amount of black, green, and white on him. Oh s**t. His whole body stiffened, Caelen had figured out pretty well why his mate wasn’t going to be happy to see him. He was a month late to come home to her and.. Oh christ. Oh lord. Ohhhh buddy. A slow deep breath moved through him, time to find her. In the back of his mind the pride of being a father tried to rear it’s head and he forced it back down. There would be time for that later, right now he had to make sure she wasn’t going to kill him. Ha, right.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 6:32 am
Azariel's tail flicked lazily as she waited for him to come to her, blue-green eyes dark with anger and fear.
She wondered if Caelen knew by now. Surely if he hadn't seen Mashki's work outside the teepee or even smelled her (apparently different) scent, he would at least know something was off. She at least had the confidence in her mate to know he wasn't as stupid as he sometimes attempted to appear.
If he even cam near her belly with some sort of stupid grin on his face, she'd kick him so hard in the a** he'd--calm down, calm down; there's no sense in getting angry just yet. Damned hormones.
........She'd kill him.
She could just imagine him now, trotting in to find her, a stupid papa-grin on his face and completely ecstatic over what had happened--and completely overlooking the fact that she was not pleased with this and was not in any way shape or form happy over any of it. Damn him.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 10:21 am
Caelen breathed deeply and began to keep walking and heading towards where she might be. Was it appropriate to call out and see just where she might be? Well, it wasn't getting any easier to find her.
"Lass, where are ye... I've a feelin' that we need ter be talkin'" His nose lifted into the air and he began to try to find her just by the scent that she gave off. The air was radiating a certain odor that bothered her just a little bit. Perhaps it was the preganancy and perhaps it was the unhappiness. If today went well then he would have to go and praise the saints. That wouldn't happen though.
Please lord don't let my life be over.
His face was a perfectly composed mask. Even a slight smile was likely to set his darling over the edge. Lord almighty things weren't going hsi way lately. Lovey Dovey was preganant, Az was pregnant and ... words failed him.
Stopping to stare up over the edge of the meadow, Caelen sighed when he finally spotted him. The green stallion's heart began to throb with pain. They had been lovers once, from that had spawned children. Was it destiny or was it karma?
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 12:02 pm
Black ears flicked again, catching his call easily. She snorted and shook her head, white tresses shading her face. Talk? Oh, they needed to do much more than that. Maybe dig a grave; that could work quite well.
She glanced up, at the off-hand chance that he had somehow entered the meadow. Slight surprise flashed in her eyes as she caught his green coat. She'd probably always be able to pick him out of the forest, probably even if he was swimming in a sea of green. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
"Caelen..." She shifted slightly, adjusting her position to something more "comfortable"--oh, she missed those days already. She watched him coolly, appreciating his attempt at being serious, but hardly in the mood to do anything more then alter between a cold look and a glare.
"I do think we need to talk," She spoke crisply, tone icy, "There are some very important things we need to discuss."
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:06 pm
Caelen green eyes pricked up in keen interest and the muscles on his neck rippled a bit from anxiety. If it weren't for the amount of muscles covering his body, he'd almost seem like a pure-blood arabian in behavior. The disapproval of his mate made being calm much more difficult. She was pregnant, but what would that do to them as a couple?
Their gazes met from across the meadow and nothing could prevent the show-down that was about to occur. either everything would go marginally bad or explosively bad. ow, okay he know how, but why had the fates decided that now was the time for child-bearing. Their relationship sat un such uncertain grouns as-it-was but now.. Lord did he ever hope that she was in an I-Still-Love-You mood. Ha.
The belly of the normally very sleek black mare wasn't really that large. Her behavior seemed to call for her being 8 months pregnant and unable to do a damned thing because of the discomfort. With such a sleek frame when it came near birthing-time she'd damn near almost be a watermelon... He'd just leave that little piece of information out.
A deep sighed, pulled from his heart and wherever courage is kept came out slowly, "Aye... I've a feelin' it'd be wise ter let ye speak first."
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:15 pm
Azariel's tail flicked again and she bared her teeth in something that was similiar to a smile, but nothing nearly so pleasant. "A good choice," she replied, taking a few steps toward him, eyes glittering warningly.
Yow, anyone in the immediate vicinity had better leave. It felt as if the very trees were going to burst into flame from her anger. It was a fitting thought to her mood. She stopped a dozen or so feet away from him, watching him coolly with a blank expression. Finally, she canted her head to the side and spoke,
"You know, don't you?" She asked finally, voice carrying just far enough for him to hear, "That I'm..." She couldn't even say the word. A slight shake of her head and she continued, not letting him interrupt, "Do you know what you have done to me?" She asked, voice dangerously soft, "You have caused me to lose everything I ever had. Everything, Caelen. And even knowing that, I bet you're pleased with this fact, aren't you?"
A breeze picked up, ruffling her long tresses, blocking her vision for a moment until she tossed them away, "What do you have to say for yourself, irishman?" She asked, willing to give him a say. She may be pissed at him, but she wasn't overly unfair.
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:24 pm
A breeze picked up, ruffling her long tresses, blocking her vision for a moment until she tossed them away, "What do you have to say for yourself, irishman?" She asked, willing to give him a say. She may be pissed at him, but she wasn't overly unfair.
Caelen inwardly sighed once again and waited to see what she did or said. At first her expression was “friendly.” If he were a dumber stallion he’d probably think that she wasn’t actually upset with him. Too bad he wasn’t dumber.
His eyes narrowed slightly as she spoke for the firs time. A good choice? Did the mare have the audacity to assume that he’d gone and gotten her pregnant on purpose? Perhaps what they had done together was now being put under rape because she was going to have his children. The hell if he’d permit that.
“Aye lass, I know.” Now to explain quickly how he knew. The blinding green temper of his had to fight to keep in check to get that much out, “I was looking for Mashki an’ I came upon a couple of baskets that werena even half-way finished.” That all was true and not overly controversial. Time for him to make his last stand. They were mates now, not life-mates yet and perhaps this would be their final meeting for real this time.
“I have nothing ter say fer myself. If ye wish I’ll leave now, an’ I’ll nae come back.” Oh-ho that probably had just pissed her off, good. If she weren’t carrying his young he’d be tempted to kill her, “I didna ruin yer life, I didna plan this, an ‘ if ye plan ter treat me, your mate, like this than I’ll leave.” Threats weren’t what he wanted, “I want ter comfort ye. I know this is hurtin’ ye. I didna plan this, and yes I am proud ter have such a beautiful mare carryin’ me young, but I worried more about yer happiness. In it’s place I get accused o’ ruinin’ yer life. Maybe I had better jest be gone.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 07, 2007 8:41 pm
Azariel blinked once and in an abrupt and sudden shift in emotion, she found his statements oddly...amusing. So she allowed a laugh to escape her lips and she shook her head; his words were only hurtful if she let them be.
"Ah, Caelen," She began, raising an eyebrow at him, the faintest of smiles on her lips, "Do you honestly think I am that vindictive? That I don't honestly understand that some things just happen that neither party can control?" She sighed, sobering a bit to the situation. Her hormones were getting a work-out today, weren't they?
"I...don't want you to leave," She said finally, gaze shifting away from him, "I understand that you didn't plan something like this--I trust you enough not to do that--but you did tear to shreds everything I once valued." She couldn't help but point that fact out, "But if you let me explain just what you destroyed, perhaps you'll understand a bit better. Perhaps you'll see why I was--and am--angry with you."
"You don't understand what is happening to me, Caelen, not just with this..." She glanced back at herself, "...body, but with my mind and heart." She sighed, "It does and will sound like I am completely insane, but, whether or not you or even I intentionally did anything, I am not..." A wan smile graced her features, "I can't say I'm me anymore."
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 5:06 am
Caelen fought the urge to strangle the little mare. She was pregnant right now, and in the time-honored way of males he chose to blame the incredibly erratic behavior on the hormones of her pregnancy. Haha, riiight.
His temper began to sank just a bit before she started to laugh. That made the temper spike and drop just as rapidly. It was better than her getting incredibly defensive and threatening to skewer him cleanly through the stomach. The lass made a pretty good point, but the way she had spoken to him didn’t really seem like she knew all of that. Blinking and shifting slightly, Caelen continued to wait out what she had to say.
He’d not leave then. Of course, it’d be awhile before he said if he was going to stay or not to her directly because of his own pride and a bit of ache that his homecoming had brought. Good news. That’s what all of this really was. Lovey was pregnant, Az was pregnant, and a new herd member was brought to him.. But all of this was being treated like a travesty. “Ye can try ter explain it all lass, but I’ll be havin’ a hard time with what ye say.”
The urge to wrap his neck over her and comfort nearly took over his sanity and reason, but the big muscled green stallion used some of those muscles and locked up his legs. She wasn’t herself anymore? Was the lass blind? Throughout all of the little changes here and there she had been too damned stubborn to change who she was inherently. Say that probably wouldn’t make her feel any better, but in his mind she hadn’t changed an inch.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 5:56 am
Azariel simply nodded once, the animosity she felt from him not bothering her much at all. At least...for the moment.
She let out a great sigh, shaking her head and and shifting so her body was just a bit farther away. Her next few statements would be...rather embarrassing to her. "Trying is better than nothing," She replied simply, blue-green eyes shifting farther away from him.
"You...like your privacy, don't you, Caelen? You like to have a bit of solitude in your life and can go and get it when ever you like." The faint smile graced her lips again, "That is one thing I've lost and won't acquire again for a long time." She was thinking about the fututre, when the little ones were about and into everything, when they would leave anyone alone for long periods of time.
"And who doesn't like a bit of solitude? To be alone with one's thoughts is just...well I enjoy that. Obviously now..." A not so kind glance at herself once more, "That won't be happening, will it?" She shook her head, ignoring the fact that she probably sounded like such a fool.
"Onto the most important thing you have taken from me, one of the few things that made me choose to stay this way, when I could have very well have found other options." There were many oppurtunities to lose children. She wasn't found of those methods and she had chosen this path--but she didn't have to like it entirely. She glanced at him for a millisecond, incredibly embarrassed and fearing he would just laugh at her, "You've taken my beliefs, you've taken my promises to myself, you've taken everything from me, you jerk!" She winced, probably a bad time to insult someone, "Even my heart. You've taken it all, you nimwit. I don't have anything left that I can call safe anymore. I have nothing and all I can do is blame myself."
She turned away from him, head bent away even more to put distance. She didn't want to hear anything he said. She didn't want to hear words of encouragment. She wanted what she had lost back, but nothing could do so.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 6:13 am
Caelen watched her with the solemnity of one who was tired of fighting with someone over the same issue.
His own sigh wanted to espcape, to let her know that he didn’t appreciate her melodrama. All of the words she was about to speak were probably going to be like her doing a lovely trampling-dance all over his heart. It’d be just peachy-keen by the time she wad done with it and him.
“Aye, privacy is a grand thing.” For the next several minutes the only words he spoke were going to be in his mind. Not one word would pass from his lips until she had completely finished. Then he’d have to say his part. Then he’d probably leave. Bah, with the way things were going he’d pack up their baskets and never come back, then she could have her damned solitude. Did she think of nobody but herself?
The idea of little foals running and jumping and getting into just about every damn thing they could made Caelen ache to smile. They’d be black and white and celtic looking.. Or green and white and of Irish stock.. Or maybe both. Why didn’t she want that?
Ah great… the most important things. They’d probably be the most narrow-minded self-righteous it’s all your fault and my life is over crap he’d ever heard. Caelen sometimes felt a million years old. Listening to her tear him down was something that only a fresh stud should have to deal with when that stallion chose a mare that was too sharp of tongue or too much older. Lord, he was happy he was going to be a father… but with all of this going on he wasn’t too sure if she should carry-through the pregnancy. Such a villain I am… A rueful headshake before all expression left his face… Her beliefs, her promises, her heart? Aye, so he had taken every inch of Azariel and had given the mare nothing in return.
Now he would speak. His voice firm and the hard-edge of anger making the words short, “Yer heart, yer promises, yer beliefs an’ I gave nothing back. Do ye really think ye got nothing in return?” He could stand it. Turning on his heel Caelen began the slow walk away, like hell he could deal with this. The only thing he wanted right now was to be with her, to reacquaint himself with her new curves, to talk, to laugh, to just be together. Instead he was the worst type of stallion imaginable. He’d only been offering his love, his protection, his honesty, and his own heart. Too bad she’d just smashed the last of that list up. What melancholy bullshit today had turned into.
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Posted: Fri Jun 08, 2007 6:27 am
Azariel was silent, watching him and feeling them widen at his words and actions. He was leaving. He really was. Freakin' perfect.
"I never said you didn't give anything back, Caelen!" She shot back, eyes alight with anger, "I never said that. I was just..." Something warm and wet trailed down her cheek. Was she...crying? She hadn't done that in years. Hormones, that was it.
"I'm just complaining. I'm just shocked. I'm just thinking about me." She shook her head, wondering if she was talking to nothing; that he had already left, "I haven't had to think about anyone else until now. I've been able to think that only me for all my life. Now....now I have to think about at least three others and...it's just a shock."
"But if you want to. Go away. Don't come back. If you think this relationship is over, go ahead. I'll deal with this on my own. I don't care if you come visit them after their born. I don't care if you never talk to me again. Just..." She shook her head, wanting to simply run away, "Nevermind. Just go. It'll be one less person to worry about. One less person I need to care about. I'm sorry for hurting you, and I apologize...but..." She stomped a hoof softly, "do what you want." She glanced up, wanting to know if she was indeed alone.
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