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 Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2011 1:47 pm
Jessamine waited for almost an hour after she heard the breaths of the stallion even out in sleep. She took this hour to decide on a course of action that would hopefully benefit her children more than staying with her would.
She knew that despite her current bought of emotional clarity that she would snap again. It wasn't fair to her children to have to suffer her lack of steady sanity. The stallion's words had sparked a plan within her mind, and she was quite happy with herself for cooking it up.
As the moon made its way across the sky, she rose silently from her sleeping position to lean over the baskets sitting so quietly. When one of them twitched slightly she let loose a rare smile. This was the right choice.
"I'm leaving you." she whispered, "It's for your own good."
Leaning closer she nuzzled at the one closer to her, "I will probably never see you again, but this nice angeni will take care of you, I think."
Her familiar winged towards her from above, her knife absent from its clutches. She looked up at the bird and sighed. Leaning down to nuzzle the other basket, she untied one of her bows and draped the silky material over the top.
"You had better take care of them." she muttered under her breath, looking towards Ignis still sleeping obliviously. She carefully moved the baskets over to the big angeni.
Moments later a sigh escaped her as she took a few steps before looking at the scene they made. Already she could feel a certain urge returning and that is what ultimately made her turn away and walk silently into the night. It was time to hunt again.
The end! Of this rp anyway...Jess and Iggy still have many more in their future.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2011 6:29 pm
Slanting sunlight played across Ignis' closed eyelids, rousing him from a peaceful slumber. He grumbled softly, and lifted a wing to shield his face. The memories from the night before came rushing in with his return to consciousness and he sat up, scanning the clearing for that familiar white form. A few songbirds fluttered delicately from branch to branch, trilling sweetly as they greeted each other and the rising sun, but other than that he was alone. Clearly Jessamine had slipped off very early that morning, his gaze shifted involuntarily to the flattened grass where she had been sleeping, and he grimaced. He had thought they had made a breakthrough the night before, taken a step foreword, but it seemed it had all been for naught.
He turned over onto his side and stretched, working the kinks out of his neck and back, when one wing brushed against something strange. He glanced over his shoulder to see what it was and gasped.
Jessamine's two baskets sat there side by side, with one of her thick purple ribbons draped over the one closest to him. He jumped to his feet, scanning the clearing with wild eyes for the missing mother.
"Jessamine...?" His voice cracked as he called out into the surrounding forest.
He whirled around to face the baskets again, and stared at them, thunderstruck, This could not POSSIBLY be happening!
JESSAMINE!!!!!!!
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