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 Posted: Fri Jul 27, 2012 9:37 am
Heard her words and made a mental note that if he ever came out of his isolation, he would want to meet the two that Itarilde had such a connection with. They were important to her and she had been so kind to him. It was then that she touched him...and he didn't flinch as much as he thought he would. His skin quivered and he felt the reaction that he had tried to prepare himself for...and it was nothing like he prepared himself for. Sven looked toward her with a blank expression before closing his eyes and allowing his shoulder to press back. Sven took a breath - a step further - and rested the side of his head against hers as well as his side. He was closing the gaps feeling all the more sure that she would not hurt him...physically at least. The stallion eyed the horn for a moment before pushing it from his mind and allowing himself to simply enjoy her calming presence.
At her voice, his ears flicked a little. Her words pierced into his very soul and he took in the thoughts with a seriousness. He was an Omega...she an Alpha...they were both quite different it seemed in their views...She had an easier time while he was quite rough...or at least felt like it all rough...he had placed a wall in order to protect himself from such things that ached at his very soul...and here was a mare that seemed to know how to read, reach, and speak to him... "...Thank you. I will...keep your words as a reminder..." Sven leaned back a little to show her a smile - one that reached his eyes - before placing his head back against hers and taking a sigh of relief it seemed. For once...his thoughts were...peaceful.
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Posted: Sat Jul 28, 2012 11:50 am
Ita was shocked she hadn’t expected the male to be willing to be touched so. Still she didn’t pull away from him. If he felt he needed this then she would not pull back and risk hurting him. To much of that had been done already. His coat was warm with his heat compared to the cool of the shade they dwelled in. In truth it was pleasant to Ita to feel his touch. She wondered how he felt about it. Clearly it didn’t distress him or he wouldn’t do it. At least Ita hoped this to be the case. She looked at him when he pulled back and was amazed to see his smile; it was so much fuller than any other expression he had shown so far. She was happy to see it. Now if only she could figure out some ways to keep that kind of smile on his face. As he realigned himself with her she felt herself become distracted by the way their frames matched up. He was strong and muscled with a body that was so clearly male, she was lither with the delicate features of a mare. Such different forms, and yet like their view were two sides of the same blade of grass.
“You are most welcome Ven. I would be glad of the chance to speak with you anytime you feel the urge. ” It wasn’t much, but it was something Ita could offer to help ease his sufferings. If he could be so at peace in this moment with her then she wanted to be able to converse with him more so that the amount of respites he had could increase but even just the tiniest margin. Letting him keep his head there for as long as he desired it she wondered if perhaps she could see Sven again once they left their walk to go back to their own lives. The thought made Ita wonder if perhaps she could follow Sven for a while so that he would have company. Would he allow it?
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 1:00 pm
As they strode along peacefully, the wheels and cogs in Sven's head began to turn. The stallion still found it baffling that he was here in the presence of another - a female and one he was actually talking, walking, and touching no less! - for what had been and seemed like forever in his mind. How long had it been since his beloved's death? How long had it been since he allowed himself into the world and allowed himself to mingle among those of his own kind? The feeling was strange, new, and awkward all at once. It was just as strange taht Itarilde didn't pull away at his touch and how they could walk in such a way that completed each of them. Her curves, his robust form...it was strangely familiar. As if it was the first night with Anora....they had danced underneath the stars and moonlight and had laughed at life and the beauty around him. She had taught him things about life, happiness, and even love that he swore after her passing he would forget.
And yet...this little unicorn...this Itarilde of Dorthonion had helped him come out of his hiding, come out of his forced slumber, come to a world where he could come alive once again like the phoenix reborn. He was scared...petrified...and yet part of him tugged at his heart and soul knowing that this was what he wanted secretly all along. He wanted to go back and find something to help him along in life. Find something that made him come alive with a passion he had once known. Sven learned his lesson of course - it wouldn't be something that could be fragile or easily broken or even killed. Loving another could do things to him that he wasn't sure he could take again. But friendship...friendship was something that could mold and change and could be healed a lot easier than one's soul mate. Her voice broke his thoughts as he looked down at her giving a bit of a smile for a moment as he got caught up in her and being here in this forest on this walk. "Thank you...I find it easier to speak to you, Ita. It's....I'm slowly coming back to who I was...when I first met..." Sven found himself struggling to speak as if his tongue was heavy. He took a breath and gave a sigh as her name passed his lips since the day she died: "Anora. I'm starting to feel like who I was when I first met Anora." He said the sentence without flinching this time. His eyes, however, were watered with emotions as he seemed to subconsciously lean a little more on the lithe mare for support. His gaze met hers as if to say I can't do this alone... Sven looked down wanting to cry, wanting to break down and let everything out...Would Itarilde let him?
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 4:47 pm
Anora? The name was so soft and gentle it made Ita wonder who Anora was. A mate? A human who Sven had bonded to but lost? I love Sven found but rejected him? There were so many possiblilites it was pointless to speculate and more than that it was rude to try and pry into Sven’s past. He would tell her when he was ready or he wouldn’t. Perhaps him telling her the name was a start and that was enough. She was honored he had trusted her with it. She only hoped that she could continue to give him the peace of mind that Anora had. Regardless of what ever had happened to that owner of that name Ita wanted to be there for Sven so that he could move forward but not forget. After all it was clear that Anora still had most of if not all of Sven’s heart. It hurt Ita’s own heart to see such a loss in another. “I am glad I make you feel so Sven. While I may never be Anora nor would I ever wish to take the place Anora has in your heart I would stand by you as a friend if you would allow it.” She spoke gently to Sven like the wind caresses the blades of grass in the fields so that the mention of the other’s name would not be as painful, though she knew it still must hurt. Then a thought occurred that Ita had not considered. If he was so happy when he had first met Anora perhaps the owner of the name was one who did great harm to Sven, perhaps as gentle as the name was it belonged to a monster. No that couldn’t be the case could it? Sven had not said the name with anger or with hatred. Still he was so hurt that perhaps he couldn’t feel those things anymore. She truly hoped this was not the case. For even to be in pain was a feeling of life, and life was good more than not. She saw his gaze and understood his meaning yet felt she had to ask to simply take from Sven would break him. He was so strong and yet so frail. Did he even realize it himself or was his plea unintentional? Oh Sven my heart breaks for you, I wish I could help save you from your troubles and ease your burden. To carry it alone will crush your very soul. “Sven. My travels have no set path. Perhaps it you will allow it my path may follow yours for a time?” There before she had asked but not in a way that Sven may have understood, now he could tell her yes and no knowing full well her intentions to travel with him. Above them the birds sang in the trees and small creatures of the ground were skittering back and forth arguing for nuts and other small wants they had. The song of the forest was full of life and Ita wanted to share it all with Sven.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 7:55 pm
Sven watched her eyes in an attempt to read her. Itarilde was being so...understand it drove him further into tears. How had a gorgeous mare decided to take pity on someone as messed up as him? He closed his eyes burying his face into her neck as he poured out all of his pain and emotion, bawling out to her. She was something out of a dream, one he did not want to wake from in fear of another heartache. He almost jumped at her voice, but it soon calmed his senses. He lifted his head from her warmth to look her in the eyes, their noses touches now as he minded her horn "Itarilde...I would never dream of asking you to take her place...but I would be honored if you would be someone I could call friend.." Sven managed to choke the words out wanting to wrap her up if he could. As she communicated with her eyes, he let out a gentle sigh closing his own as if to search his soul and heart for how battered and burdened and tortured it was. He was surprised he hadn't grown malicious and twisted as some azrein had become. Sven opened his eyes taking another breath - taking her in - and he started to settle down after having cried as much as a water fall. Surely the leaves below them would be soaked from his tears...as his and her coat which undoubtedly must be uncomfortable for her. "I...I apologize for...wrapping you up in so much in such a short time, Itarilde...I..didn't mean to..." He looked away breaking their connection but keeping close as he attempted to collect himself. The stallion then turned back to her giving a small nod. "Yes, I...I would like that for a time." For a moment he hesitated at a smile toward her giving a gentle snort.
"If...if we are to travel together you must know of what I carry..and I will carry it alone..understand?" His voice became grave and serious at this point as he then recanted the tale of Anora. First he told his own story of his birth which killed his mother in the process. How his father raised a foal that wasn't even his own to raise. How Sven received the necklace he wore as it was cursed by his step-sire. When he was old enough and his father died of bitterness, he left to travel searching for some sort of purpose. Sven then explained how he met this vibrant young appaloosa mare with a passion for life, how they became mates with the blessing of her father, how they planned their life together, and then when tragedy struck as a brute came along and ruined their happiness. Sven then said how at the time he thought fighting for her was the right thing to do, but in the end she had made a deal with the devil and sold herself to him in order to protect her herd. Sven had not taken her nor her father's advice to run for he was too prideful and thought himself strong enough to take the brute. For days, he traveled to find her and one bliss filled, sunny afternoon he did, dying by the river with her filly dead beside her. The brute had wanted a son, and Anora did not produce one. He had seen that she had been beaten prior before that for his poor Anora's body had been mangled by this monster. Before she died, she whispered the words 'You did this' with such malice and atrocity that Sven could scarcely believe it was his sweet Anora talking. Then she passed with such anger and bereavement in her soul that it poisoned Sven to a life of solitude and memorial. He refused to forget her and then explained how he lived out his father's curse: he would never know of love. "And that is my tale, dear Ita. That is the burden I must carry for eternity..." And yet it didn't feel like such a burden. Finally getting it off his chest to someone who cared enough about him to listen was... exhilarating to say the least. Itarilde of Dorthonion was indeed something.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2012 10:57 pm
She did not stop his tears and just let him cry. He was so sweet that she wished with all her being that she could take his tears from him and bear them herself if it would save him.Her neck was wet and the ground below them lapped up his tears yet the leaves held a few of them captive.The pressure on his nose gave her some hope that perhaps he was recovering.After all had he become too lost he would have given up all will to live and collapsed? She thought so. "It would be my honor to name you friend and you need never fear of." She turned the phrase over in her mind. "wrapping me up. I have done nothing that I did not wish to do Sven. Do not apologize when you are not at fault." She made no promises to him as he told her he would carry a burden alone, but she would listen to his story never the less. When his tale started she took pity on him.To have lost his mother and never known her love would be so hard. To be blamed by his father even more heart rending. Ita never knew her birth mother, but if her adopted mother had scorned her or blamed her then Ita was certain her mind would shatter given enough time. To have been raised constantly being blamed it was no wonder that Sven thought the way he did. Ita saw no blame in Sven for his mother's death. To bear a cursed item was also something Ita wanted to put an end to. She knew she never could though. That item was a much a part of Sven now as his own hooves. Even if it were gone the place it had sat so long would never truly be empty, the mark on his heart would remain forever. She smiled as Sven first described the love of his life. It seemed like a match made once and made with love and compassion. The smile vanished as the tale took a darker turn. She wanted to weep for Sven's lost love as she herd of the sacrifice. Her earlier thoughts of wanting to take Sven's burdens and bear them herself came back to her. It was something that she knew she would not be able to discuss with Sven and have him handle it rationally. She felt tears form in her eyes and slide down her cheeks as Sven described finding his love dying and the young one dead. Surely Sven's love could not have meant what she said? It must have only been the grief caused by the death of her child and the beating of the brute that caused her to spew such poison at Sven who's only concern had been her. Yes he should have run, but how could Sven's love blame him for it all as she had. He had searched for her and loved her so deeply. Ita knew she could not truely judge the harshness in bitter memories. After all she could see both sides and had not been there. All she saw now was Sven's love and pain so long after the event had taken place. So many would have moved forward and found a way to survive. Sven had wandered lost and alone bleeding along the way, never letting his wounds be balmed and kicking himself more if they started to heal. Ita didn't know of any who deserved such pain and suffering no matter what they had done in live. Surly Sven's love could and would have forgiven him by now? She hoped that somewhere up height the mare could send a sign to Sven telling him that she had forgiven him. To carry on any more would kill him before long. When the tale was done and no more words of the story could be told she found herself speechless. Her insides wanted to revolt at the tragedies Sven had endured. Rather than waste words trying to explain or comfort she blinked the tears away and tilted her head giving a small nod. She knew the burden that Sven thought he must carry. Tilting her head further to the side she lowered it and touched the unlucky charm with her nose and blew on it. Sven was wrong though. It was not a burden he had to carry for eternity. It was one he would carry until he could let go. Then he would see that she was there for him. His step-father had said Sven would never know love but how wrong the bitter station was. Sven would know love in time, because Ita loved him. She would never try to force her love on him but in every hair on her body she knew that she would stay with Sven and when he chose to set aside his burden she would be there to keep him warm.
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2012 7:19 pm
Sven stood there in silence after recanting his tale. During whenever Ita started to cry and he noticed, he would gently stop for a moment and gently wipe away her tears with his nose. It had been what seemed like eons since he touched another but seeing this mare cry was something that he just couldn't bear. It hurt him almost as much when he first found Anora with her deceased child. When he finished, he took a breath and simply stared into her eyes deeply warmed by her concern for him. As she lowered her head, he almost took a few steps back unsure of what she was going to do. It was when she touched his cursed pendent that he gave a startled snort lifting his neck up as high as he could and attempting to look down a little to see what she was doing. Was Ita...blessing it? He was unsure as she seemed to stick close to him once she was done. Sven felt strangely confused and yet anew at the same time...she was quite something. His ears flicked a little attempting to catch himself from crying. He had already cried so much he wasn't sure he could cry anymore. How long had it been since Sven made himself suffer? Made himself remember their deaths? He would have loved that filly like she was his own flesh and blood...Oh should he have run? Taken her with him instead of staying and fighting for what he believed in? The stallion would only know in his dreams...He gave a deep sigh simply closing his eyes and resting his head against the mare that decided to stay by his side. "You are truly a gift, dear Itarilde." He managed to whisper softly after a moment giving a gentle snort, the cold metal of his pendant pressed against both of their skins. It didn't seem so cold after that. 'She may never take Anora's place...' He thought for a moment simply contemplating in that time they had. 'And I would never want her to...no one could...but somehow...this...Unicorn, this mare....has warmed my heart again...I do not feel so hollow...so alone...'"...I am...no longer alone..." Sven found himself saying out loud in a gentle tone rubbing his cheek against her neck gently taking in her gentle, feminine scent. She was definitely working her healing magic...but what it be enough? Only he and time could say that..
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2012 7:16 pm
She let his comment about her being a gift slide without comment. She felt bad for Sven if he thought she was gift by herself. She had done nothing save listen to his tale. She could not strip his pain only wait for him to decide not to carry it alone. When he spoke again she could have said many things but of course many of them would not had done anything good or ill. So she settled on something simple. “No, you are not. Nor will you be as long as you allow it.” She would stand by his side until he sent her away. Keeping pressure against him she just stood there with him hopefully giving him some of the warmth and comfort he so desperately needed. She didn’t know what else she could say, or what she should say. Closing her eyes she angled her head so she could wrap up around Sven’s neck just a bit. With this embrace she relaxed. Her tail curled around and lay on the ground by her back hooves. Strands of her mane lay across his neck and she could feel his heartbeat through the contact she had with him. It was a steady beat that kept going even after having been shattered so. The noises of the forest surrounded them like a balm in the shade of the trees. The light was so close perhaps someday she would be able to walk in it with Sven. That day would be a while in coming but she hoped that Sven would enjoy being back in the light when it came. Sighing she knew she could not stand here forever even if she wanted to. Stepping back from Sven she used her nose to turn his head from her to the direction they had been going. It was time to move. She took a step forward and glanced back at him. She would not go forward without him, if he wanted to stay here then she would stay here. Still moving would help Sven. She smiled at him encouraging him. For now they would stay in the shade and walk side by side, but someday things would be different, she was certain of it.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2013 4:34 pm
Her voice was the only thing keeping him sane at the moment as he dealt with his emotions. The burden was not as heavy as when he first started his little stroll with the unicorn, nor did he feel helpless and hopeless. His tail flicked idly as he stood still a little shocked at her sudden affection. Ita's horn didn't even scare her anymore as he curled his own head around hers.She felt warm and comforting in the nature that was around them. Her warmth was welcoming...was this what it was like to be in the sun? Sven took in a breath - a breath of her - and felt himself wanting to cry all over again. He gently nipped at her ears instead giving little murmurs of what seemed to be his attempt at a chuckle. Sven was having to learn all these happy emotions again...it would be strange...difficult...probably forced sometimes. But eventually he would learn, with her help of course. He seemed lost in their embrace, his eyes closed as he took in everything around him with his other senses. It was only when she wanted to move did he keep still and allow her space. He offered a small smile toward her in response to her own as he took a step forward with her. They would walk together and he wouldn't have it any other way as they continued forward into the forest. Together. [End or Time Skip to the future? Me thinks that a new Brute could arise and threaten his happiness all over again. >3]
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Posted: Sat Jan 05, 2013 11:51 pm
(D'art gets purple post color for now until I decide his final color it may change several times throughout RP) -Some time has pasted and Ita true to her word has not left Sven's side. Her love for him grows stronger with each day. Even now she cannot imagine life without him and strives to make him happy. In doing so she has lit a spark in her own life that had been absent before-  D’art’s blood was boiling with pent up excitement. He wanted to run and stamp and tear up the ground below him feeling freedom at being away from the herd were he could be ordered around by anyone. Out here on this little ‘exercise’ he only had to answer to his brother, but that wasn’t bad. D’art more or less did whatever he wanted as long as it didn’t involve the risk of maiming his brother or their discovery here in the north. The skin membranes hissed as he shifted so they would rub against his side. He loved that sound. His green eyes scanned their vantage point overlooking the still fog covered lake. The tree line hid them well. It was his brother’s idea of course but D’art knew he could have come up with it. “I want to kill brother.” It was true that their only goal wasn’t necessarily to kill, or had it been? Perhaps it had been to bring some new blood back or a meal back. He really didn’t remember and didn’t care. It was why his brother came along wasn’t it? To make sure things actually got done. D’art just focused on what he wanted. Movement made his body still and his eyes spotted something come out of the woods much further down the tree line. He watched and found himself marveling it was a slight little Azrein with a horn. Not like his horn though. It was long and spiraled. The tail was slimmer than his but still it appealed to him. “Never mind the killing, I want that.” His hungry gaze watched as the form flittered toward the water. Ripping his gaze from the creature he looked at his kin. “Shall we or I am just going alone?” He gave his brother an evil smile. Ita danced and pranced toward the water turning to give Sven looked back. She had tugged him out the lake while it was still foggy out since the stallion had some aversion to sunlight. Not that she blamed him. He had believed his life cursed and she was determined to stand by him until he felt safe and secure enough to walk in the sunlight with her. “Sven, I bet the water is cool but refreshing.” She smiled as she called out to him. Her tail swished behind her happily as she looked forward to splashing in the water. It was the second happiest place for her besides the forest. She loved to run along in the shallows and watch the spray go up in her wake.
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 8:57 pm
--Sven had indeed found a sense of belonging during the months that rolled by with Itarilde. Her constant affection and understanding nature kept him going and he found himself with a purpose again. The male grew in not only trying new things and allowing himself to enjoy life, but to fall in love again. It was as if Fate had given him a second chance.-  D'art was enthusiastic; one of the reasons why D'aiyn loved his brother so much. As much as they were polar opposites in some fields, he felt closer to this brother than any of this others. His tail waved behind him a little as they stood within the trees scanning the area, his red eyes glowing a little with equal excitement. At D'art's confession, he couldn't help but chuckle. "We are only out to scout for the moment. But Mother did say a little blood sport was allowed...as long as we are not caught." D'aiyn looked sternly over to his feral counterpart with a seriousness known by their mother's stares. Out of all four, he was the most like Barb in looks and slowly becoming that in mind. But there was always that feeling that he was meant to be something more than just a savage creature. Snorting, he turned to face the direction of the lake again when D'art spoke of his new desire - and she was gorgeous. A small smirk spread across his maw as he gave a snort. "I believe we just ran into our exercise...come. Let us make claim...But slowly. We shan't want to scare the beautiful creature...and she may not be alone..." It was then that he took slow hoof steps forward slowly disappearing into the fog, his brother not far behind.Sven couldn't help but smile. He was doing that the more time he spent with Ita. She continued to remind him of how life could be a beautiful, precious thing filled with laughter and love. Love. Funny, he didn't think he could feel that again. The unicorn certainly did worm her way into his shattered heart and cocooned there as if intending on helping him pick up the pieces. He let her go ahead simply enjoying her frame and how free she was as she ran and leaped about like a filly enjoying her first run. Her hair, her tail, her lithe body...everything was so perfect about her. The stallion trotted forward on the trail she blazed across the lake enjoying their peaceful time together in the fog. "It is indeed, my darling. Don't stray too far. The fog is still thick..." He wondered why Ita stayed sometimes. She deserved so much more...someone with equal or more love for life that she had. Someone who could understand her way of thinking and seeing...why had he been so blessed to find her? The grateful stallion began thinking about what he wanted to ask her...but was this the right time? Had they been together long enough? Was he...even ready to start again? Itarilde had made it clear of her feelings and intentions for him and even if he knew the answer, he was still afraid to ask or assume...he was afraid history would repeat itself.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 8:20 pm
Huffing D’art listened to his brother. Not because he wanted to but because D’art had learned over the years that D’aiyn was smart enough to have good advice. Of course that didn’t mean D’art followed it, but he was more inclined to listen. He followed his brother into the fog wondering what his brother had in mind. He didn’t mind a healthy amount of fear in a lovely little thing like his current desire but his brother seemed to want something else. More movement caught his eye before he was lost in the fog. Why did D’aiyn have to be right? Suppressing a groan he hissed ahead. “A least one other.” A feral grin spread over his features. “I’ll let you have first go with her if I can take her counterpart.” Of course D’art would have both eventually but this way he could kill and enjoy a bit of fun. What better way to pass a day? Unless of course if the other was prettier. D’art hadn’t gotten a good look in the fog but it this was a pair of pretty mares well his day would get even better! He kept this thought to himself though having decided he had spoken enough. He would see when he got there what would be the course of his day. If all else failed at least he knew there was one mare and at least one killable. That was enough to keep him happy.
Laughing happily Ita bounded about feeling light as a feather. The fog was thick but it didn’t feel cumbersome to her, thought right now nothing could feel cumbersome she was with the one she loved and in a bit of time she would share more with him, but now she was just enjoying the space and the company. “The fog may be thick but not as much as the thread binding the two of us.” In her time with him Sven had begun to blossom and open himself up again. Part of Ita wanted to tenderly caress that light and delicate soul she had found another wanted to jealously guard and claim Sven as hers alone. Still she would remain calm and wait for Sven to tell her his wants. She was a very patient companion who perhaps was a bit more territorial than she gave herself credit for. Sven was hers and hers alone for now but once he made the transition back into the light then she would have to share him with the rest of the world. The thought made a small part of the mare melancholy; still her choice was made she would follow him till the day he died unless he sent her away first. Her heart would give her no other recourse of action. Feeling a tickle of thirst start to developed she ceased her play for a moment and headed to the water’s edge to get a drink. Her tail bobbed up and down merrily though hinting that her playful mood was far from over.
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Posted: Sun May 26, 2013 2:49 pm
"Deal. Now go. And remember our training. As always, be careful my brother." D'aiyn quickly hissed at his counterpart leaving him to his task. The mare was such a pretty thing anyway. He wanted a closer look at her. Though her horn made her look dangerous, he could handle her. The large stallion crept forward coming up behind her. As her tail twitched and waved behind her, D'aiyn came forward gently nipping it. "Oh yes. Our bind indeed, sweet tail." His gaze was dark as he unfurled his wings causing a stir in the fog. D'aiyn then gave a shriek as them wrapped around her, clawed fingers hooking around her tightly but carefully. He didn't want to damage the merchandise after all. He also attempted to keep most of his weight against her and his body away from her horn. Coming up behind her was smart of him, so he thought. No way that massive weapon could tear into him without tearing into her. "Come out, come out wherever you are!" He teased, his red eyes scanning the area. Hopefully his brother would ambush the other whether it was another fae or possibly her mate. From the smell of the female, she was with another male. Pity. At least D'art would get the blood sport he was looking for. Sven couldn't see or hear her now. She had gone too far. And the fog was starting to mask her scent. He became fearful now. It had been around this time that he lost his first love. Itarilde! He took a breath then quickly picked up his pace. It was then that he heard a voice, not his beloved's. Then a shriek. He came forward hearing the struggle close to the water's edge. "Ita!" He tried to call to her, Sven's eyes scanning the area as much as he could. He splashed along the water's edge seeing the fog stirring around that area. It was then that his eyes laid on the beast that had his beloved. "Get off of her, you foul beast!" Sven cried wanting to charge in, but afraid that the ruckus would harm his love. The stallion gave a grunt coming forward not very wary of his surroundings.
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Posted: Mon May 27, 2013 9:09 am
Ita didn’t know the voice that called out and the pain in her tail made her start to turn when she was suddenly held fast. She felt pinned and panicked. Doing what any worried soul would do in such a situation she called out to her mate. “SVEN!” She tried to kick the one holding her and get them off of her but with her poor footing all she managed to do was to get herself off balance and find herself on her knees. The soil was soft but the fact she received no injury did nothing to lessen the panic that she was now pinned the ground. Her eyes started to tear up and she snorted as she started to flail against her aggressor. “Get off of me!” Never before had Ita hurt another soul but she was doing her best to escape no matter what even if that meant hurting the demon on top of her. Her tail lashed and she tried to turn her head to bump hard at the appendages that held her fast. She wasn’t certain if anything she was doing was having an effect but she tried. She heard other noises and looked around in a panic for Sven. The thought there could be more of these attackers never occurred to her. “sven.” This time her voice was a scared whisper. Sven had become her world and if she lost him than all was lost for her.
Darn he had been hoping for a second pretty little mare. Still the thrill of carnage was in D’art’s blood and he was ready to taste the sweet violence the was coming. Charging forward he went to hit the male with all his strength and speed. He needed to knock the male down into the water and then keep going. D’art could see the spay of the water as its color started to change. He didn’t know if it was in his head or in reality. Things tended to get a bit confused went he let himself go. He went to bite down with his fangs looking forward to the taste of blood. He knew the other male would fight back, but where was the fun if he was just pummeling something into the ground? Ha! Who was he kidding even that was fun. His brother would hold the female and he’d kill the male and then have some fun with the girl.
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Posted: Thu Jun 20, 2013 6:07 pm
Her struggling only excited him more as he attempted to keep some sort of hold on her. If he didn't, she could potentially hurt herself, or worse him. The stallion gave a grunt careful not to put too much of is weight on her as she fell. It made it easier to hold onto her, however. The stallion couldn't help himself as he lowered his nose into her neck taking in a deep fill of her scent. She smelled gorgeous, exotic...and something else. His eyes snapped open as he looked her body over noticing a slight bulge in her stomach that he didn't before. His mind blurred with a small sense of panic, still keeping his body flat against the mare's. This would simply turn into blood sport and slaughtering now... He knew the attack was coming. The swirl of the fog gave the bullet away, but Sven couldn't move fast enough to evade. The slam was hard and it hurt like hell. The next attack was a flash of fangs into his body. Sven gave an angered cry trying to throw the other brute off of him. Images of Anora and his last attacker came into his mind from memory. This was not to be a repeat of that! The green stallion reared up slamming himself back into the creature snapping at whatever he could grab. He cried and brayed with an intense anger shaking and bucking as much as his strength could muster. After he shook off the creature, Sven charged back toward him rearing up and pawing at the air with massive hooves attempting to attack and slam them with a vicious force.
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