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 Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 5:22 pm
Tsunake She knows there's no malice as the cold, smooth appendage made to brush against her, and her tail gripped a little more firmly at whatever leg she'd managed to grab. After she's finished, the mare will turn quietly to face him, pressing her nose to his so she can simply breathe him in for a moment. "...Are you tired? Hungry?" She questions, concerned for him as always. But he's improved so much, even in this short time! Surely it's a sign of better things to come.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 5:24 pm
Lady_Ourania In better condition, he might have nickered to reassure her, feeling the tightening of hair like countless thin snakes encircling his leg, cool and benevolent. But he merely rubbed lightly against her, the spirals of his joint-horn leaving a faint mark on the grain of her roots. It would serve as a directional impression, something to make him aware of his surroundings, to tell him where he was, even if he wandered. Their noses met and he reopened his eyes, surprised to find they'd closed without his consent, and her features were soft-edged, even so near. "... Tired." He mumbled, forever locked in that consuming stage, though he'd already slept enough to compensate. There may have been more to come, but his mouth shut prematurely, and he did not want to lever it open again just to tell her something that could potentially chase her away. If she wished to leave, to retrace her steps and find others she had befriended... he did not know what he would do. At the same time, keeping her on to be his nursemaid was appalling. But she had already crept in, changed things, and he needed her to explain the order hidden in the chaos, possibly more than he needed her as a temporary source of strength.
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Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 5:25 pm
Tsunake The sensation was barely registered thoughany harder and it likely would have brought pain. His eyes slid open then to hold hers, so bright, and she unconsciously found herself sighing sympathetically at his words. "Then sleep." She would whisper, moving to gingerly position herself against the stallion's side, trying to lend her comfort and reassurance. He'd slept for so long... and yet who knows what torment he'd endured down there in the dark? "Just rest now..."
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