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 Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 1:24 pm
She blinked at him, drawing back a bit. "Why would I run?" she asked, looking confused.
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 1:40 pm
He gave her a small smile, then folded his wings and shut his eyes. A few moments later when nothing had happened, he opened them again.
He sighed a long, sorrowful noise, "Is that so..."
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 1:48 pm
"Dante..." Ravyn frowned, leaning over to nudge him gently with her nose. She was even more confused now. "What is wrong?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 10, 2013 1:49 pm
"I used to be able to become a two legger for a short amount of time. It was never something I did often but I may have been counting on the trick to get those feathers into your main. I fear though, that it's been lost to me as well."
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 7:59 pm
Ravyn gave him a queer look, then it occurred to her. She had heard of tales of such feats. The magic of the angeni, she supposed.
"I am sorry," she murmured, not sure what else to say to him. She wouldn't be able to offer him any solace, she knew.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:00 pm
He bent forward to nuzzle her. Mostly for his own benefit. Her coat felt nice, even though it was a bit damp.
“I’ll just have to do it the old fashioned way,” he sighed as he spread a wing to start looking for a loose feather. A tug here, a tug there, it didn’t take him long to find one loose enough for him to take yet still pristine enough to be used as decoration. Once he had it out he turned back to look at her, holding his trophy only by the tip. There wasn’t so much in his mouth that he couldn’t talk.
“Will this one be good enough?” he asked, tilting his head from side to side in an attempt to let her get a better look at it. “You’ll need to show me how to do it again. I wasn’t paying as much attention as I could have the first time.”
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:11 pm
Ravyn flushed a little under her coat when he nuzzled her, but she didn't shy away or complain. This great brute of a stallion was winning her over, she was starting to realize. She wasn't sure how she felt about that.
Clearing her throat almost nervously, she watched as he sought out a feather for her and pried it loose. Her stomach churned as she watched. Was she really going to do this? Was she really going to wear his feather in her hair? What would that imply?
Nodding wordlessly as Dante offered her the feather, she turned so she could show him once more how she managed to get the feathers into her hair. It wasn't exactly easy, and if she hadn't had wings, she doubted she would've been able to push the feather's shaft in. "Paean does it for me sometimes," she told him. "I'm not sure where he is at the moment though..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:12 pm
He looked up at the sky, then bent down to work the feather into her hair a little better. After a few tries, it looked like it was stuck well enough to withstand a brief swim. It looked fine there too so he took a step back to look at her.
“Oh does he? Too bad he isn’t here right now. What I wouldn’t do for crow’s nimble beak,” He grinned. “The splash of colour is really stands out in your hair. Like there’s a spark of light in a vast darkness.”
Also, the presence of his feather in her dark mane made it look as though he’d claimed her. The idea of doing that for real pleased him far more than he would have expected. Sure he had long since began falling for the grumpy gal, but he’d never thought of how he’d feel if another stallion showed up.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:14 pm
Ravyn stood completely still as Dante worked the feather further into her hair. He was so close, she could feel the warmth from his skin. She had a sudden desire to press herself up against him, a desire to do more, even. Her heart had been broken before though, and she hardly dared to think she could chance it again.
Once he'd stepped back, Ravyn gave a slight tremble. She wanted to keep him close to her. Looking up at him with dark eyes through even darker bangs, she asked if he really thought so. She sort of liked the sound of that.
Really, what she liked was wearing his feather in her hair. It felt strange, but it also felt right.
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:15 pm
He watched for a moment, “Ravyn?”
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:17 pm
Ravyn kept looking up at Dante, even though she could feel her cheeks colour. "Yes?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:21 pm
"Would you consider being my mare?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:24 pm
She blinked at him, taken by surprise. "I..." Her mouth opened, and quickly closed again. Her legs trembled again, but she quickly got them under control and stood her ground.
She cleared her throat. "And what does being your mare entail?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:26 pm
He laughed softly, "Not a whole lot more than what we're doing already, I suppose. Only maybe one day you'd be the mother of my children."
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Posted: Thu Jul 11, 2013 8:27 pm
Ravyn felt dizzy. She wasn't sure how to respond. The idea of being the mother to his foals made her heart soar, but the fear she had of having her heart broken again held her back.
Her words and posture were stiff when she replied. "Another stallion asked me that once. He claimed my heart and then he dashed it on the rocks. All I did was love him."
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