Sayuri_Nitta
'Soft little fruit..exposed and easy to pick.' Izusa mumbled as she stood in the meadow that flanked the Village. Izusa had returned, spent far too much time away on her own, and most of that had been in the Indian Burial ground, a dank place that echoed with the wind..or the call of lost spirits some might say.
She pawed the ground, the soft mud passing through the cleft in her cloven hoof, her wings opening for a stretch and then settling.
'And what of the ones that feed on the juice of the fruit? Are they still there, little lives, little minds.' she snorted, shaking her head. The day was bright but the air cold. She needed to find a place to shelter for when winter truly hit and so had slowly drifted back here. For now she simply stood, sun warming a back that had felt little of its rays these past months.
She pawed the ground, the soft mud passing through the cleft in her cloven hoof, her wings opening for a stretch and then settling.
'And what of the ones that feed on the juice of the fruit? Are they still there, little lives, little minds.' she snorted, shaking her head. The day was bright but the air cold. She needed to find a place to shelter for when winter truly hit and so had slowly drifted back here. For now she simply stood, sun warming a back that had felt little of its rays these past months.
Cajmera
Strange...so very strange. Guilian had been out and about, taking advantage of the strong winds that heralded the coming of winter to get some far-flung aerial exercises in. But he hadn't encountered on spying a female, not so soon after takeoff.
Naturally drawn to the female sex as he was, the red stallion nevertheless liked to examine first before making his approach. Folding back his wings slightly, he spiralled down towards the ground, taking note of a things as he did so. For one thing, this mare had horns. Horns, a peculiar tail, and wings such as he had seen on no mare before...but on one distinctive stallion.
Smiling to himself, Guilian gently alighted on the ground a short distance away from Izusa. There was really no explanation; he had to be looking at a kalona. And for all the spikes, she wasn't bad looking!
Naturally drawn to the female sex as he was, the red stallion nevertheless liked to examine first before making his approach. Folding back his wings slightly, he spiralled down towards the ground, taking note of a things as he did so. For one thing, this mare had horns. Horns, a peculiar tail, and wings such as he had seen on no mare before...but on one distinctive stallion.
Smiling to himself, Guilian gently alighted on the ground a short distance away from Izusa. There was really no explanation; he had to be looking at a kalona. And for all the spikes, she wasn't bad looking!
Sayuri_Nitta
Izusa shivered, turning a little, sunlight glinting of her silvery-purple pelt a little as she moved. Her tendrilled tail whipped the ground, indescision making her stand her and simply watch as the life within the Village carried on before her eyes.
She turned away, intent on heading to the stream for a drink and then stopped as she saw the winged stallion.
'He is blood.' she said, her head tilted to one side as she regarded him.
'Does he make the other's bleed or is it just a pretty pretty show?'
She turned away, intent on heading to the stream for a drink and then stopped as she saw the winged stallion.
'He is blood.' she said, her head tilted to one side as she regarded him.
'Does he make the other's bleed or is it just a pretty pretty show?'
Cajmera
His black eyes glinted appreciatively as the kalona mare turned, showing off a fine silhouette and an intriguingly shiny pelt, one almost metallic in its sheen. Yes, kalonas couldn't possibly be as bad as he'd heard, not if it was possible for them to look this way.
As she looked at him and spoke, though, he found himself suddenly more confused than he'd ever been when dealing with a mare before. She was looking at him without looking AT him...as though he wasn't really there, but was a statue or a painting. How very strange. Still, for all he knew this could be some sort of test.
"Bleeding others is not high on my list of priorities, Chica; my color is maintained wholly by myself through my own efforts, in which case I'd say it's just a show. But it is at least an attention grabbing show, no?" As he spoke, he kept an eye on her; she seemed like the type he should take his time approaching...but even that type had its weaknesses!
As she looked at him and spoke, though, he found himself suddenly more confused than he'd ever been when dealing with a mare before. She was looking at him without looking AT him...as though he wasn't really there, but was a statue or a painting. How very strange. Still, for all he knew this could be some sort of test.
"Bleeding others is not high on my list of priorities, Chica; my color is maintained wholly by myself through my own efforts, in which case I'd say it's just a show. But it is at least an attention grabbing show, no?" As he spoke, he kept an eye on her; she seemed like the type he should take his time approaching...but even that type had its weaknesses!
Sayuri_Nitta
She regarded him without words, sharp eyes taking in the curl to his mane and tail, the feathered wings and his own appreciative looks towards her.
'Your colour should be on a kalona, it is wasted on bird wings like you.' she said, making more sense and sounding more snippish. She bared the tiny fangs in her mouth and made a sibilant hissing noise.
'I am wondering if you will taste of blood or cherries.' she queried out loud, almost to herself. A part of her still lucid mind wondered why he was stood talking to a Kalona as if she were any other of their kind. Another, buried instinct found his male scent pleasing to her nostrils.
'Your colour should be on a kalona, it is wasted on bird wings like you.' she said, making more sense and sounding more snippish. She bared the tiny fangs in her mouth and made a sibilant hissing noise.
'I am wondering if you will taste of blood or cherries.' she queried out loud, almost to herself. A part of her still lucid mind wondered why he was stood talking to a Kalona as if she were any other of their kind. Another, buried instinct found his male scent pleasing to her nostrils.
Cajmera
"Obviously the forces that be decided that the color would be better suited to me than to a Kalona, Chica, and who am I to argue with that?" Quirking a brow, Guilian maintained his casual stance a few paces away, his keen eye taking in every fidget the strange mare made. In particular, he was drawn to the glimmer of fangs...those were quite the teeth she had there, which raised the question of whether or not she was the type who used them in all situations; he was betting yes.
"As to what I taste like, that's something you'd have to find out on your own, Chica; that would best suit you to making up your own mind, yes?" Tilting his head to one side, Guilian smiled in a manner both inviting and teasing. She was an interesting one, this mare...and he'd always been fond of the interesting ones.
"As to what I taste like, that's something you'd have to find out on your own, Chica; that would best suit you to making up your own mind, yes?" Tilting his head to one side, Guilian smiled in a manner both inviting and teasing. She was an interesting one, this mare...and he'd always been fond of the interesting ones.
Sayuri_Nitta
'Bite yourself and tell me,' she retorted, not interested in doing so now that it was something the stallion wouldnt mind her doing.
'So is blood looking for his lady love, his squealing babbies? Or does he have no purpose other then to admire a beauty beyond his reach?'
Izusa's wings opened, stretching to their full span before she folded them again. In the times when her mind wasnt working tricks on her, she often wondered what it would be like to have foals of her own, spread the Kalona blood further into the lands.
'So is blood looking for his lady love, his squealing babbies? Or does he have no purpose other then to admire a beauty beyond his reach?'
Izusa's wings opened, stretching to their full span before she folded them again. In the times when her mind wasnt working tricks on her, she often wondered what it would be like to have foals of her own, spread the Kalona blood further into the lands.
Cajmera
Smiling a bit bemusedly, Guilian shook his head in response to the mare's 'order'. "No can do, Chica; what is acceptable when done by someone else holds neither allure nor interest when done by one's self." Cocking his head to one side, the cardinal stallion adjusted the wayward rose behind his ear, though his attention remained fixed on the mare. She had a lovely set of wings; very much like Ariston's had been, albeit shinier and more colorful. Very colorful, in fact.
But whatever was going on in her head, she was starting to get WAY out there in terms of thought processes. Babies? As though he was the type; the very idea was laughable. Not that he couldn't make them, nor that they would be anything but the picture of beauty and strength...he just didn't feel inclined to take up the necessary responsibility just yet, thanks very much. "Dunno if 'love' is the best word for it, Chica, and who says there need to be foals involved to be commited? I'll have you know that some of the most sincere joinings have involved no children a'tall." He wasn't really sure what she meant by that whole little spiel, but at the same time, wondered if she herself knew!
But whatever was going on in her head, she was starting to get WAY out there in terms of thought processes. Babies? As though he was the type; the very idea was laughable. Not that he couldn't make them, nor that they would be anything but the picture of beauty and strength...he just didn't feel inclined to take up the necessary responsibility just yet, thanks very much. "Dunno if 'love' is the best word for it, Chica, and who says there need to be foals involved to be commited? I'll have you know that some of the most sincere joinings have involved no children a'tall." He wasn't really sure what she meant by that whole little spiel, but at the same time, wondered if she herself knew!
Sayuri_Nitta
Izusa snorted at him.
'There are no sincere joinings. Love is a trick, love ruins you. Affection makes you weak. The only true reason for a joining is to further the species, and even then it should be as brief as the act requires.'
Her wings rustled again, and she paced, looking at Guilian. Clarity fled again and she snapped at a fly that wasnt there, looking over at the Village.
'What is blood doing near the two-legged ones then? Does he serve them, want to protect them?'
'There are no sincere joinings. Love is a trick, love ruins you. Affection makes you weak. The only true reason for a joining is to further the species, and even then it should be as brief as the act requires.'
Her wings rustled again, and she paced, looking at Guilian. Clarity fled again and she snapped at a fly that wasnt there, looking over at the Village.
'What is blood doing near the two-legged ones then? Does he serve them, want to protect them?'
Cajmera
Whoa, love? Now the mare was really starting to see things, or hear things, or some other semblence of borderline insanity. As a gentleman, Guilian simply couldn't allow himself to let her go on like this; it was downright embarrassing!
"I think that we are at cross-purposes, Chica. When I speak of sincerity, I do not refer to commitment; I refer to sheer enjoyment. While I understand and appreciate the value of passion as a means of procreation, limiting oneself to such banal purposes is to cheat oneself out of true pleasure. And such pleasure is the true definition of a sincere joining, one that both participants enjoy on a truly personal level."
As he spoke, the cardinal stallion had started to approach the mare; perhaps he was being fool-hardy in approaching one so so obviously unbalanced, but how could he expect her to believe him if she didn't seen he was sincere? "I have no idea what you mean by serving the two-leggers though, Chica; while it is true that I frequent the home of one from time to time when I run out of roses, I can't say there's an exceptionally strong tie." He needed to roam, to be on his own to work his magic on the mares of the world! No way he'd settle down with a two-legger; that would be even worse than monogamy! "I'm here now because I just needed to get some new roses, actually...but I highly doubt you have the same reasons."
"I think that we are at cross-purposes, Chica. When I speak of sincerity, I do not refer to commitment; I refer to sheer enjoyment. While I understand and appreciate the value of passion as a means of procreation, limiting oneself to such banal purposes is to cheat oneself out of true pleasure. And such pleasure is the true definition of a sincere joining, one that both participants enjoy on a truly personal level."
As he spoke, the cardinal stallion had started to approach the mare; perhaps he was being fool-hardy in approaching one so so obviously unbalanced, but how could he expect her to believe him if she didn't seen he was sincere? "I have no idea what you mean by serving the two-leggers though, Chica; while it is true that I frequent the home of one from time to time when I run out of roses, I can't say there's an exceptionally strong tie." He needed to roam, to be on his own to work his magic on the mares of the world! No way he'd settle down with a two-legger; that would be even worse than monogamy! "I'm here now because I just needed to get some new roses, actually...but I highly doubt you have the same reasons."
Sayuri_Nitta
The more Guilian spoke the less foggy her mind was becoming. Finally she could think clearly again and she let out a sibilant hissing noise, baring the tiny fangs again.
'So you are saying you join with mares for pure pleasure? I wonder what they truly think of that..most I have know would find love in any small gesture from a stallion.' her tail flicked, the tendrils kicking up mud.
'Flowers? You collect flowers?' there was a strong sound of contempt in her voice at that notion. And here she had thought he might be one of the rare Soquili that werent Kalona that she could grudgingly get along with. For all his words he was as weak as the rest.
'So you are saying you join with mares for pure pleasure? I wonder what they truly think of that..most I have know would find love in any small gesture from a stallion.' her tail flicked, the tendrils kicking up mud.
'Flowers? You collect flowers?' there was a strong sound of contempt in her voice at that notion. And here she had thought he might be one of the rare Soquili that werent Kalona that she could grudgingly get along with. For all his words he was as weak as the rest.
Cajmera
As Izusa went flicking up mud, Guilian neatly stepped to the side; mare or no, he didn't enjoy letting anyone get him dirty, not even himself. In fact, it could almost be said that filth was one of the few things that the overamorous stallion counted as a complete turnoff.
Still, neither he himself nor this mare was dirty, so...
"I assure you, Chica, that never once have I encountered even the slightest bit of disaproval from the mares I choose to join with. Quite the contrary, they are usually so pleased with my efforts that they often wish to repeat the process." Unfortunately, sometimes that desire to repeat could become so restrictive and clingy that he was forced to break one of his cardinal rules of wooing, 'never leave abruptly'. Ah, the bittersweet fate of those that allowed their hearts to get the better of their heads! He always pitied those that thought he could be tied down, for such was not his way, nor had it ever been.
However, once again his mind was straying off topic, musing philosophical issues with no bearing on the situation. He was reminded of this fact when Izusa all but spat her remark about his flowers in his face, causing the stallion to actually smile wider. "Collect flowers? Chica, you amuse me so with the innocence of your logic. What would I do with flowers if they didn't have some sort of use to me?"
As he spoke, he shook his head enough to dislodge the rose that nestled behind his ear, the black flower floating down to where Guilian caught it on one upraised forehoof. "You'd be surprised what effect a simple flower can have on the passions of even the most inhibited of mares, Chica, particularly if the delivery is right."
Still, neither he himself nor this mare was dirty, so...
"I assure you, Chica, that never once have I encountered even the slightest bit of disaproval from the mares I choose to join with. Quite the contrary, they are usually so pleased with my efforts that they often wish to repeat the process." Unfortunately, sometimes that desire to repeat could become so restrictive and clingy that he was forced to break one of his cardinal rules of wooing, 'never leave abruptly'. Ah, the bittersweet fate of those that allowed their hearts to get the better of their heads! He always pitied those that thought he could be tied down, for such was not his way, nor had it ever been.
However, once again his mind was straying off topic, musing philosophical issues with no bearing on the situation. He was reminded of this fact when Izusa all but spat her remark about his flowers in his face, causing the stallion to actually smile wider. "Collect flowers? Chica, you amuse me so with the innocence of your logic. What would I do with flowers if they didn't have some sort of use to me?"
As he spoke, he shook his head enough to dislodge the rose that nestled behind his ear, the black flower floating down to where Guilian caught it on one upraised forehoof. "You'd be surprised what effect a simple flower can have on the passions of even the most inhibited of mares, Chica, particularly if the delivery is right."
Sayuri_Nitta
'You tell me,' she said, her voice lowering. He seemed to believe he had some sort of power with mares..an arrogance that he could get what he wanted and have them begging for more.
'I am not most mares.' Izusa said, clipping forward so that she was in his space. Her tail coiled around, the tendrils slithering a little onto his shoulders.
'Do you think you would live through seducing me?'
Again she smiled, the action slightly 'off', her canines showing. She hungered for something..meat had come into her diet later in life but it was very enjoyable. But this felt like a different need.
'I am not most mares.' Izusa said, clipping forward so that she was in his space. Her tail coiled around, the tendrils slithering a little onto his shoulders.
'Do you think you would live through seducing me?'
Again she smiled, the action slightly 'off', her canines showing. She hungered for something..meat had come into her diet later in life but it was very enjoyable. But this felt like a different need.
Cajmera
Perhaps Guilian was borderline suicidal. Or perhaps it was merely that he was intrigued by an undeniably different situation. Regardless, he didn't even flinch as the kalona mare moved into his space, her spiked tail remarkably close to the vulnerable veins in his neck and her pointed teeth a reminder that this breed could be dangerous...dangerous on more levels than just the physical. Though it was hard to forget the physical at the moment.
Thus the situation had become a game, but a game of a more serious level. Would she or wouldn't she...and would he be able to fight if she decided to follow thorugh on her thinly veiled threat?
Well, Guilian had never suffered from insecurity, and if anything the danger of the situation was providing more of a rush than a deterant. "Chica, I'd think that the one who accused you of being like the rest would need to have his head examined at the very least. But for all that you are not like most others, you are still a mare when it comes down to it, are you not?"
Maintaining his careless pose even with the eerily creepy mare in his face, he returned her smile with one of his own, one that was both amused and interested. "As for your question...seduction comes on many levels, Chica; the question is, would you find the experience such a abhorent one to endure?" Might as well cut to the chase when the situation called for it!
Thus the situation had become a game, but a game of a more serious level. Would she or wouldn't she...and would he be able to fight if she decided to follow thorugh on her thinly veiled threat?
Well, Guilian had never suffered from insecurity, and if anything the danger of the situation was providing more of a rush than a deterant. "Chica, I'd think that the one who accused you of being like the rest would need to have his head examined at the very least. But for all that you are not like most others, you are still a mare when it comes down to it, are you not?"
Maintaining his careless pose even with the eerily creepy mare in his face, he returned her smile with one of his own, one that was both amused and interested. "As for your question...seduction comes on many levels, Chica; the question is, would you find the experience such a abhorent one to endure?" Might as well cut to the chase when the situation called for it!
Sayuri_Nitta
Interesting.... He did not flinch and she let the tendrils coil a little around his neck, wings gently rustling as she made what was for her gestures of affection.
'I was the first you know..' she whispered close to his ear, then grazed his neck with her fangs, enough to hurt a little but not to draw any blood.
'I was the only one for so long. No spikes..no tail like mine. They were all delicate and I was hard.'
She moved her mouth away again and gave a little squeeze with her tail.
'I will take what you have to offer. And probably leave you wanting more..I am not all there..and you are blood. And I like blood.'
'I was the first you know..' she whispered close to his ear, then grazed his neck with her fangs, enough to hurt a little but not to draw any blood.
'I was the only one for so long. No spikes..no tail like mine. They were all delicate and I was hard.'
She moved her mouth away again and gave a little squeeze with her tail.
'I will take what you have to offer. And probably leave you wanting more..I am not all there..and you are blood. And I like blood.'
Cajmera
As he felt the tendrils of the mare's tail coil about his neck, Guilian smiled slightly and tilted his head to the side, allowing them to touch his cheek even as her fangs grazed the other side of his neck. The points of her fangs hurt slightly, but it was the hurt of a thorn-p***k; minor and easily ignored. However, the sensation of pain only added to the acute arousal of the situation, furthered along as much by the danger she represented as the closeness and sensuality of the situation.
Her words, spoken in that husky tone, went right through him, but it was with a greater feeling of self-control that he straightened his head to smile at the kalona mare, running one wingtip lightly along the curve of her jaw. "First you might be, Chica, but there is no reason for that to force you to be alone. In this, perhaps, you will find that there is more to yourself than you have previously realized...and we shall see who truly ends up desiring more." At that, his smile curved into one of pure smugness, challenging Izusa with his eyes. She was dangerous, oh yes...but he was far from afraid. "Now then..."
Her words, spoken in that husky tone, went right through him, but it was with a greater feeling of self-control that he straightened his head to smile at the kalona mare, running one wingtip lightly along the curve of her jaw. "First you might be, Chica, but there is no reason for that to force you to be alone. In this, perhaps, you will find that there is more to yourself than you have previously realized...and we shall see who truly ends up desiring more." At that, his smile curved into one of pure smugness, challenging Izusa with his eyes. She was dangerous, oh yes...but he was far from afraid. "Now then..."
Sayuri_Nitta
Something flashed in her eyes, a dangerous light as Guilian made the gentle carress with his tail to her jaw. She squeezed harder with her tail tendrils, bringing her mouth closer to his and lipping him, her warm mouth pressed against his for a brief moment - and then she withdrew, her tail slithering to the floor as she stepped neatly away, wings rustling as she looked at him.
'I am not so easily picked.' she said, snippishly in reference to his flower giving.
'And I never will become one of those mares lost in her head for a stallion.'
'I am not so easily picked.' she said, snippishly in reference to his flower giving.
'And I never will become one of those mares lost in her head for a stallion.'
Cajmera
If horses had fingers, Guilian probably would have snapped his right then. Damn but that was cruel of her, coming so close and tantalizing him before backing out!
And yet, perversely that only strengthened the cardinal stallion's desire to finally experience her. She was so in control of herself, yet at the same time he'd seen the dangerous light in her eye. Passion could come from many things, be it physical pleasure, anger, rage, insanity...where there was one, there always existed the possibility of others. And he was nothing if not optimistic.
As she stepped away, Guilian merely grinned, raising his wing to stroke his own neck where her tail had been so tightly wrapped mere minutes earlier. This mare was something else alright.
"Trust me when I say I'd pity the stallion who would even consider such an idea, Chica. There are those that are meant to fall, and then there are those that aren't. You are firmly in the second category, as am I myself."
Having ascertained that all was well and god with his throat, Guilian folded back his wings and arched his neck proudly, looking over at Izusa with unguarded interest but this time making no move towards her. "There needs not be any commitment, Chica; for all either of us know, we might and very well could never see each other again. So why worry about possibilities when we have a very probable positive, close enough to touch?" He was such a brilliant Soquili. If he could spell, he'd write a book; as it was, he was focused on only one thing, and that was showing others the light. So close, and yet so far...
And yet, perversely that only strengthened the cardinal stallion's desire to finally experience her. She was so in control of herself, yet at the same time he'd seen the dangerous light in her eye. Passion could come from many things, be it physical pleasure, anger, rage, insanity...where there was one, there always existed the possibility of others. And he was nothing if not optimistic.
As she stepped away, Guilian merely grinned, raising his wing to stroke his own neck where her tail had been so tightly wrapped mere minutes earlier. This mare was something else alright.
"Trust me when I say I'd pity the stallion who would even consider such an idea, Chica. There are those that are meant to fall, and then there are those that aren't. You are firmly in the second category, as am I myself."
Having ascertained that all was well and god with his throat, Guilian folded back his wings and arched his neck proudly, looking over at Izusa with unguarded interest but this time making no move towards her. "There needs not be any commitment, Chica; for all either of us know, we might and very well could never see each other again. So why worry about possibilities when we have a very probable positive, close enough to touch?" He was such a brilliant Soquili. If he could spell, he'd write a book; as it was, he was focused on only one thing, and that was showing others the light. So close, and yet so far...
Sayuri_Nitta
What was it the blood stallion wanted? She had all but strangled him, and he had seemed to merely take it as a challenge. It did amuse her greatly that she seemed to have hooked him, rather then the other way around, something he had confessed he found easy to do.
'You are determined to conquer me?' she said, her voice expressing the astonishment she felt at his foolharded approach.
'You wish to boast of being with me. I can see that would a prize indeed. You'll never find anyone like me,' she sighed, a long exhalation of breath. It was quite a strange thing to be wanted, rather then avoided. There was also the curiosity of wanting to know what the act was. But if there were children? She did not know that she could bear to water the Kalona bloodline, she'd heard tell of there being half-Kalonas, whispers in the breeze of her kind betraying who they were for the sake of a family love. She looked at him from under hooded eyes.
'Are you brave?'
'You are determined to conquer me?' she said, her voice expressing the astonishment she felt at his foolharded approach.
'You wish to boast of being with me. I can see that would a prize indeed. You'll never find anyone like me,' she sighed, a long exhalation of breath. It was quite a strange thing to be wanted, rather then avoided. There was also the curiosity of wanting to know what the act was. But if there were children? She did not know that she could bear to water the Kalona bloodline, she'd heard tell of there being half-Kalonas, whispers in the breeze of her kind betraying who they were for the sake of a family love. She looked at him from under hooded eyes.
'Are you brave?'
Cajmera
Guilian was enjoying himself; enjoying himself a great deal more than he should, considering the circumstances. But this was a new experience, deliciously new and therefore worth enjoying. Had his friend Ariston been around, the white stallion would no doubt have been shocked to see Guilian in the role of pursuer and not pursuee, but sometimes one had to be willing to work for what they wanted, right?
And it appeared that his persistance was paying off, if not in outright capitulation at least in brownie points. She seemed to be reacting to him on some level, that much he could tell from the incredulous edge of her voice. Poor girl, was it really so shocking to be wanted? Or perhaps it was, for a kalona...or maybe this was all a ruse. He didn't have enough experience with the breed to make an educated guess, so all he was operating on here was his knowlegde of female behavior.
Still, his charming grin of amusement was marred slightly by a harsh coldness that briefly flashed through his gaze at her comment about boasting. Boasting? Where the hell had she gotten that idea from? He was deeply offended by the comment, and his voice had a slight edge to it as he replied. "I don't know what stallions you've had experience with in the past, Chica, but a true lover doesn't kiss and tell, not unless the female is the sort that wishes it to be so." It wasn't as if HE hadn't been bragged about before, after all! But to think he'd get his kicks out of talking about bedding her...
However, both expression and voice turned softer, caressingly so, once he finished. "I want you for yourself, Chica, not for the pleasure of talking about it later. I want to thrill you, to make your blood sing, to take you places you've never been." Here his smile curved up on one side, becoming a bit more playful. "And perhaps prove that there's something to be said for non-kalonas. As for myself...I'd say that I'm brave enough, when it comes to getting what I want." A bit blunt, perhaps, but word games and hedging were for those who didn't know what they were getting into.
And he'd gone too far to chicken out now.
And it appeared that his persistance was paying off, if not in outright capitulation at least in brownie points. She seemed to be reacting to him on some level, that much he could tell from the incredulous edge of her voice. Poor girl, was it really so shocking to be wanted? Or perhaps it was, for a kalona...or maybe this was all a ruse. He didn't have enough experience with the breed to make an educated guess, so all he was operating on here was his knowlegde of female behavior.
Still, his charming grin of amusement was marred slightly by a harsh coldness that briefly flashed through his gaze at her comment about boasting. Boasting? Where the hell had she gotten that idea from? He was deeply offended by the comment, and his voice had a slight edge to it as he replied. "I don't know what stallions you've had experience with in the past, Chica, but a true lover doesn't kiss and tell, not unless the female is the sort that wishes it to be so." It wasn't as if HE hadn't been bragged about before, after all! But to think he'd get his kicks out of talking about bedding her...
However, both expression and voice turned softer, caressingly so, once he finished. "I want you for yourself, Chica, not for the pleasure of talking about it later. I want to thrill you, to make your blood sing, to take you places you've never been." Here his smile curved up on one side, becoming a bit more playful. "And perhaps prove that there's something to be said for non-kalonas. As for myself...I'd say that I'm brave enough, when it comes to getting what I want." A bit blunt, perhaps, but word games and hedging were for those who didn't know what they were getting into.
And he'd gone too far to chicken out now.
Sayuri_Nitta
Izusa curved her neck, spreading one wing out and rasping at the edge where an itch had developed, her fang teeth flashing again in the light for a moment.
'You stallions seem to be a prideful lot.' she said, her attention back on him after fruitlessly snapping at an early fly that was irritating her. Her wings rustled as she settled them again, and her fidgeting quieted for a moment.
'Wanted..' she whispered, and she seemed to be looking at nothing, listening to something, her head canted to the side as though someone invisible spoke into one ear.
'Izusa was never wanted, Izusa was alone..' her mind had wandered again, and she spoke as though she was someone else.
'Brave blood stallion will look after Izusa?' she had clipped over to him, tucking her nose under his chin, acting in a way to be pitied. A ruse? She could have been playing - or her mind could simply have wandered into a state of need.
'You stallions seem to be a prideful lot.' she said, her attention back on him after fruitlessly snapping at an early fly that was irritating her. Her wings rustled as she settled them again, and her fidgeting quieted for a moment.
'Wanted..' she whispered, and she seemed to be looking at nothing, listening to something, her head canted to the side as though someone invisible spoke into one ear.
'Izusa was never wanted, Izusa was alone..' her mind had wandered again, and she spoke as though she was someone else.
'Brave blood stallion will look after Izusa?' she had clipped over to him, tucking her nose under his chin, acting in a way to be pitied. A ruse? She could have been playing - or her mind could simply have wandered into a state of need.
Cajmera
Prideful? Well, perhaps that was the case, but why should one be anything but proud when Nature had blessed one as generously as Guilian had been? Maybe to some such thoughts were those of a conceited individual, but jealous minds acted out in strange ways.
Or so Guilian had always thought.
He was still amused by the matter-of-fact way Izusa had commented on that fact, and was just about to reply when her sudden about-face into the child-like state of innocence caught him off-guard once again. There was definitly something strange about this mare...but strange in a positive way.
Taking advatage of her closeness, Guilian nuzzled at the mare's muzzle, ignoring the pointed parts as best he could. At the same time, he draped a wing over her body, holding her against his side so that she could feel his warmth. "Chica, you need never worry about such things when you are with me; know that I will look after you for as long as you need...or desire." His voice had become lilting, husky. Ah, how he desired this mare at the moment...but did she feel the same?
Or so Guilian had always thought.
He was still amused by the matter-of-fact way Izusa had commented on that fact, and was just about to reply when her sudden about-face into the child-like state of innocence caught him off-guard once again. There was definitly something strange about this mare...but strange in a positive way.
Taking advatage of her closeness, Guilian nuzzled at the mare's muzzle, ignoring the pointed parts as best he could. At the same time, he draped a wing over her body, holding her against his side so that she could feel his warmth. "Chica, you need never worry about such things when you are with me; know that I will look after you for as long as you need...or desire." His voice had become lilting, husky. Ah, how he desired this mare at the moment...but did she feel the same?
Sayuri_Nitta
Izusa was definately in a needy state of mind. A small flare of rage as Guilian cossetted her with one wing flared like a match in darkness, and was just as swiftly extinguished.
'What I need?'
What did she want? It was difficult to think. His male scent was a little overwhelming, the touch of his warm flank against the cool, almost polished hairs of her pelt was a greater comfort then she wanted to admit. The tiny swirling part of her mind that was sane, was the Kalona part of her, raged and fluttered like a trapped hunting bird in a cage but it was drowning in the sea of the main confused part of her mind.
'Tell me what that is. Show me.' she said, her voice pitched in a way that no professed wooer of mares could easily resist.
'What I need?'
What did she want? It was difficult to think. His male scent was a little overwhelming, the touch of his warm flank against the cool, almost polished hairs of her pelt was a greater comfort then she wanted to admit. The tiny swirling part of her mind that was sane, was the Kalona part of her, raged and fluttered like a trapped hunting bird in a cage but it was drowning in the sea of the main confused part of her mind.
'Tell me what that is. Show me.' she said, her voice pitched in a way that no professed wooer of mares could easily resist.
Cajmera
Surrender, sweetest of terms. Guilian had to fight the urge to smile, a a wide smile of pure smugness and lust mingled into an expression as feral as the wildest of wolves. But his prior dealings with this mare, brief as they were, had lead him to caution; there was nothing to prevent her from pulling back yet again, and the next time he might not be able to draw her back to him. He could almost feel the tension in the air, the heavy weighing of decision and indecision as the mare beside him stood silent and still...
Then his throat caught at her words, words of need and capitulation spoken in a husky tone, the sort of tone that just screamed 'take me'. If he'd been waiting for opportunity, this was it.
"Ah, Chica, you had but to ask." Smiling the merest ghost of his suppressed smile, Guilian carressed her cheek with one wing..then lowered his head to her jawline, nipping and nibbling at the exposed skin as he ran a line to her throat. He wanted to savor this experience and move rapidly at the same time, the twin desires being weighed against indecision and disbelief of his own. It remained to see how she responded...
Then his throat caught at her words, words of need and capitulation spoken in a husky tone, the sort of tone that just screamed 'take me'. If he'd been waiting for opportunity, this was it.
"Ah, Chica, you had but to ask." Smiling the merest ghost of his suppressed smile, Guilian carressed her cheek with one wing..then lowered his head to her jawline, nipping and nibbling at the exposed skin as he ran a line to her throat. He wanted to savor this experience and move rapidly at the same time, the twin desires being weighed against indecision and disbelief of his own. It remained to see how she responded...
Sayuri_Nitta
Izusa closed her eyes. Her wings rustled with someone that was either panic or irritation as Guilian nipped along under head and at her throat. Irritation because she really had no experience with this closeness and it bought up the feelings of hatred for those that were not Kalona, and panic because knowing you've put yourself into a vulnerable position and accepting it were two seperate things.
'I did..' she said, her tail moving slowly, as if invested with its own life. The tendrils coiled around one of his legs, gripping a little but not as to hurt.
'Here in the light?' she asked. If she was to experience something new, she would rather they slip into shadows, away from prying eyes of any kind.
'I did..' she said, her tail moving slowly, as if invested with its own life. The tendrils coiled around one of his legs, gripping a little but not as to hurt.
'Here in the light?' she asked. If she was to experience something new, she would rather they slip into shadows, away from prying eyes of any kind.
Cajmera
Well, obviously she wasn't backing out, at least not yet. Still, Guilian wasn't completely satisfied with her reaction; she was stiff, and seemed to be uncertain, so he needed to work a little bit harder to make her feel at ease, relaxed, and as wanton as he felt she truly could be.
Her question, paired with the tail around his leg, brought forth a whole new light to his smile. So, she wanted some darkness, eh? Well, he could do with some privacy as well.
"Well, we could stay here in the light, but I have to admit that shadow and darkness can add their own pleasurable edges to an already pleasant experience. And by an amazing coincidence I think I know just the place..." And keeping contact with the mare, he lead her off towards the trees...
Her question, paired with the tail around his leg, brought forth a whole new light to his smile. So, she wanted some darkness, eh? Well, he could do with some privacy as well.
"Well, we could stay here in the light, but I have to admit that shadow and darkness can add their own pleasurable edges to an already pleasant experience. And by an amazing coincidence I think I know just the place..." And keeping contact with the mare, he lead her off towards the trees...
Sayuri_Nitta
A complete surrender required more trust...or more experience then she actually had in these matters. Izusa did allow herself to be lead off however, away.
There was something to be said for being alone, however addled it made ones mind. Alone she had complete privacy. Here, so near the Village there were so many eyes. The two-leggers. The other Soquili that she knew did not like her. The tendrils around his leg stayed there...if she sensed any danger, if he had any purpose in mind other then what he seemed to want, she would hobble him, attack his legs and flee.
There was something to be said for being alone, however addled it made ones mind. Alone she had complete privacy. Here, so near the Village there were so many eyes. The two-leggers. The other Soquili that she knew did not like her. The tendrils around his leg stayed there...if she sensed any danger, if he had any purpose in mind other then what he seemed to want, she would hobble him, attack his legs and flee.
Cajmera
Walking was usually an easy enough matter, but when there was a spiked tail twined about your limbs, even that simple task could be made complicated. Still, Guilian had no problems with staying close to Izusa; spiky and thorny as she was, there was just something about her that enflamed his senses and piqued his curiousity. Besides that, he did NOT need her taking off on him, not at the moment.
So it was with great care that he pushed his way through the trees, leading her along to the place he remembered, the place where the trees let up and provided a little bit of room for maneuverings. It wasn't far, but for a few minutes he was relatively quiet, leading her along through the darkness of the woods before the two were all at once in a small clearing. It was bearly a clearing at all, in fact, more like a gap in the trees large enough for maybe four Soquili to fit, if they stood still; but he felt it was more than enough space for what they had in mind.
Turning to the mare, he raised a brow in query. "What do you think, Chica? Is this dark enough...and private enough for you?"
So it was with great care that he pushed his way through the trees, leading her along to the place he remembered, the place where the trees let up and provided a little bit of room for maneuverings. It wasn't far, but for a few minutes he was relatively quiet, leading her along through the darkness of the woods before the two were all at once in a small clearing. It was bearly a clearing at all, in fact, more like a gap in the trees large enough for maybe four Soquili to fit, if they stood still; but he felt it was more than enough space for what they had in mind.
Turning to the mare, he raised a brow in query. "What do you think, Chica? Is this dark enough...and private enough for you?"
Sayuri_Nitta
'And he is such a gentleman too,' Izusa said, looking around the clearing..though that was too grand a word for the gap that had not given forth to trees for some reason. She spoke as though talking to someone else - not Guilian but one who wasnt there.
'A lady? No I dont think so. Ladies dont head off into the dark with men they barely know.'
Her head turned to face him, the feeble light making her eyes flash for a moment.
'Why does he call me that word? Blood believes that sweet talk will soften thorns.' her tail tightened a little on his leg.
'I want nothing sweet.' she bared her fangs.
'Come..let us dance. We can do what you please...I'll be yours.'
And then. She would have him. Dangling on the end of her hook. She was crazed. Dangerous. And still he wanted her.
'A lady? No I dont think so. Ladies dont head off into the dark with men they barely know.'
Her head turned to face him, the feeble light making her eyes flash for a moment.
'Why does he call me that word? Blood believes that sweet talk will soften thorns.' her tail tightened a little on his leg.
'I want nothing sweet.' she bared her fangs.
'Come..let us dance. We can do what you please...I'll be yours.'
And then. She would have him. Dangling on the end of her hook. She was crazed. Dangerous. And still he wanted her.
Cajmera
Hopefully the little lapses into what Guilian had begun to think of as Izusa's 'dreamworld' mindset wouldn't do any lasting damage on the mood. Izusa's mood, rather; Guilian's mood was now at the point where the only thing that could slow him down was a frigid bath...which he obviously, under the circumstances, felt no inclination for.
But he hadn't gotten to this point in life by being careless. Her rather acusatory words, thrown into his face with the dangerous glint in her eyes, served to remind him that nothing was ever certain until it had been done...and he wasn't there yet.
Smiling his ferally seductive smile, Guilian lowered his head to her throat once again, nuzzling against the hollow as he spoke. "Chica merely means girl, Izusa; and regardless of whether you are kalona or unicorn, you are very much a female. Words serve no purpose if they aren't understood for what they are intended...and perhaps I'm in the mood for some thorns."
Her words were both invitation and challenge, coming from HER as they were. So sweet wasn't wanted, hrm? Well, there was no reason that she couldn’t have rough…and realize that sweet was all in the perception. She could say all she wanted now, but they’d both have to see what the end results were, wouldn’t they?
“In that case, Chica, dance we shall. And as for being mine…I promise you won’t regret it.” Dark eyes glittered, but it was certainly not anger that was radiating from the cardinal stallion’s eyes as he moved around the mare, running his wingtips lightly over her body. “Nor shall I, if I’m any judge…”
~~~Fade to black~~~
But he hadn't gotten to this point in life by being careless. Her rather acusatory words, thrown into his face with the dangerous glint in her eyes, served to remind him that nothing was ever certain until it had been done...and he wasn't there yet.
Smiling his ferally seductive smile, Guilian lowered his head to her throat once again, nuzzling against the hollow as he spoke. "Chica merely means girl, Izusa; and regardless of whether you are kalona or unicorn, you are very much a female. Words serve no purpose if they aren't understood for what they are intended...and perhaps I'm in the mood for some thorns."
Her words were both invitation and challenge, coming from HER as they were. So sweet wasn't wanted, hrm? Well, there was no reason that she couldn’t have rough…and realize that sweet was all in the perception. She could say all she wanted now, but they’d both have to see what the end results were, wouldn’t they?
“In that case, Chica, dance we shall. And as for being mine…I promise you won’t regret it.” Dark eyes glittered, but it was certainly not anger that was radiating from the cardinal stallion’s eyes as he moved around the mare, running his wingtips lightly over her body. “Nor shall I, if I’m any judge…”
~~~Fade to black~~~
Sayuri_Nitta
Chica, chica.. it was almost as if he was calling the birds. She was curious as to why he would bandy the word around if all it meant was what she actually was! It showed that his words were not sincere or to be trusted..but for a while her mental chatter was silenced.
She stretched lazily, arching her neck and flapping her wings slowly, languidly. Izusa looked at Guilian, then slowly groomed herself where she could, teasing dried mud from her legs and twisting so that her mane ran through the spines of one wing, 'combing' it. For a moment she would be silent, waiting for him to speak first.
She stretched lazily, arching her neck and flapping her wings slowly, languidly. Izusa looked at Guilian, then slowly groomed herself where she could, teasing dried mud from her legs and twisting so that her mane ran through the spines of one wing, 'combing' it. For a moment she would be silent, waiting for him to speak first.
Cajmera
Not bad, not bad at all. Guilian had likewise been distracted for a few minutes, replacing fallen roses into his tail and gently smoothing his wingtips over a few tender areas; mental note, spikes needed to be treated with caution. Or more caution than he had. But a few necessary injuries he could deal with.
She had been looking at him, albeit for a brief while, but hadn't spoken otherwise. He wasn't sure what that silence meant, to be honest...but there was only one way to find out.
Flicking back his wings to their usual resting place, he quirked a brow at the mare. "Well, how are you feeling, Chica? Was it worth the risk?" The risk he spoke of wasn't a true risk, of course; no, what he was referring to was the risk of intimacy. She had seemed so resolute at first, after all...
She had been looking at him, albeit for a brief while, but hadn't spoken otherwise. He wasn't sure what that silence meant, to be honest...but there was only one way to find out.
Flicking back his wings to their usual resting place, he quirked a brow at the mare. "Well, how are you feeling, Chica? Was it worth the risk?" The risk he spoke of wasn't a true risk, of course; no, what he was referring to was the risk of intimacy. She had seemed so resolute at first, after all...
Sayuri_Nitta
Izusa licked her lips again, tasting the copper that was Guilian's blood. Obviously their passion had been painful for the stallion, he'd not been careful of her spikes. Her wings folded, her mane shaken into place, she tapped the floor with her tail tendrils, then letting them slither into a resting spot behind her.
'You taste nice..' she sighed softly, looking at him in a dreamy fashion. Then she smiled.
'Risk? I shall decide..at another time.'
She had actually liked it, but wanted to see how far she could string him along. Would he try and press himself on her again to prove his worth further?
'You taste nice..' she sighed softly, looking at him in a dreamy fashion. Then she smiled.
'Risk? I shall decide..at another time.'
She had actually liked it, but wanted to see how far she could string him along. Would he try and press himself on her again to prove his worth further?
Cajmera
A sly smile crossed Guilian's face, if briefly; that look in her eyes as she'd commented on his taste was one he'd been on the receiving end of before, and it never failed to give him a sense of pride. Any stallion could satisfy himself, after all; but it took a bit more finesse to satisfy the mare as well. If that look had been any indication...
"I taste nice, eh Chica? So which was it, blood, or cherries?" The question was a return to their earlier conversation, back when she had eyed his red coat and pondered what it might hide. He had a hunch it wasn't cherries she was referring to, but he couldn't resist a little teasing. After all, this was a novel experience for him as well.
Her refusal to answer his question on made his smile widen; he'd almost think she was acting coy, if it wasn't for her obvious naivette when it came to this sort of thing. Ah, she was an interesting one, this Izusa.
Shaking out his mane, he gave her a wink and an actual chuckle. "Well Chica, for now taste is a positive. But if you are not sure whether it was worth it...perhaps after next time you will know for sure." He knew what HIS view on the matter was, after all; and pointy parts aside, he was more than willing to repeat the experience.
"I taste nice, eh Chica? So which was it, blood, or cherries?" The question was a return to their earlier conversation, back when she had eyed his red coat and pondered what it might hide. He had a hunch it wasn't cherries she was referring to, but he couldn't resist a little teasing. After all, this was a novel experience for him as well.
Her refusal to answer his question on made his smile widen; he'd almost think she was acting coy, if it wasn't for her obvious naivette when it came to this sort of thing. Ah, she was an interesting one, this Izusa.
Shaking out his mane, he gave her a wink and an actual chuckle. "Well Chica, for now taste is a positive. But if you are not sure whether it was worth it...perhaps after next time you will know for sure." He knew what HIS view on the matter was, after all; and pointy parts aside, he was more than willing to repeat the experience.
Sayuri_Nitta
'Blood is like apples..' she corrected him.
'Tart and spicy.' she drifted then, her wings bunching against her body, a shiver passing over her silvery-purple pelt. Izusa felt a sense of...shame. What if their union resulted in fruit? She had watered the Kalona line.
'Next time..' she mumbled, her tail lashing in irritation.
'Next time he says. For he does not know. Does he care? Does he care that he planted seed in the garden? Seed in the garden might grow..' she moved around the small clearing, scratched by branches as she stumbled heedlessly.
'Tart and spicy.' she drifted then, her wings bunching against her body, a shiver passing over her silvery-purple pelt. Izusa felt a sense of...shame. What if their union resulted in fruit? She had watered the Kalona line.
'Next time..' she mumbled, her tail lashing in irritation.
'Next time he says. For he does not know. Does he care? Does he care that he planted seed in the garden? Seed in the garden might grow..' she moved around the small clearing, scratched by branches as she stumbled heedlessly.
Cajmera
Spicy, eh? Spicy he could deal with, spicy sounded exotic and intriguing, just as he imagined himself to be. But his pride at that comparison didn't prevent him from noticing his companion's sudden shift back into 'dreamland', nor from seeing her stagger into the poking branches.
"Whoa, careful there Chica; you're going to hurt yourself, and that's not the purpose of this little rendesvous."
As he spoke, he stepped up towards the mare, moving his wing to push the twigs away from Izusu's body. He could hear her mumbling as he did so, something about gardening? Strange mare. This was a strange meeting, really. "Izusa, Chica, come back to me; show me that you haven't left me!"
"Whoa, careful there Chica; you're going to hurt yourself, and that's not the purpose of this little rendesvous."
As he spoke, he stepped up towards the mare, moving his wing to push the twigs away from Izusu's body. He could hear her mumbling as he did so, something about gardening? Strange mare. This was a strange meeting, really. "Izusa, Chica, come back to me; show me that you haven't left me!"
Sayuri_Nitta
Izusa brought a wing around to her mouth, licking the oozing blood that the thorny bushes tearing had made spring forth. She licked her mouth, curling tongue around eyeteeth and then looked at Guilian, seeing him again properly.
'You do not get that this was all pain for me. I am not supposed to feel. Cannot be weak.' she hissed, snapping her wings tight against her side so that they wouldnt catch on another part of the vegetation around them.
'Close as close to be, and I'm still far away. And what if there were foals? Roses would leave. Roses would run.'
"Roses" now suddenly Guilian's new nickname. She was troubled; annoyed with herself for not thinking about possible consequences until now.
'You do not get that this was all pain for me. I am not supposed to feel. Cannot be weak.' she hissed, snapping her wings tight against her side so that they wouldnt catch on another part of the vegetation around them.
'Close as close to be, and I'm still far away. And what if there were foals? Roses would leave. Roses would run.'
"Roses" now suddenly Guilian's new nickname. She was troubled; annoyed with herself for not thinking about possible consequences until now.
Cajmera
As Izusa licked his wings, the thought flicked briefly through his brain that that was a remarkably erotic gesture, though why, he had no idea. Far more prominant was the realization that she was back...at least somewhat back, in the real world, and he was quick to latch onto that realization.
But she wasn't making much sense, not during her diatribe about weakness. What was supposed to be pain for her? Had she meant to stab herself with the thorns? Or was she referring to what they'd just done? Or just to life in general? He wasn't really up to unravelling the half-unclear ramblings of a sun-dazed mind, but now that he had a personal stake, he had to at least try.
And at least one statement was clear.
"Foals?" Talk about your below the belt punches; if he wasn't used to hearing about this particular topic, it would have taken him even more by surprise. As it was, he suddenly understood her upset.
Smiling, he shook his head at the kalona. "Now your worries make sense to me, Chica, indeed they do. But why worry about something that cannot be prevented, or even necessitates worry? Know that I have never in my life fathered foals, in spite of being with numerous mares. The odds of something happening now are quite small, wouldn't you say? And I couldn't say that our genes are directly compatible one way or the other, so that's another thing not to worry about. But if by 'Roses' you refer to me, Chica..."
Here his voice turned low and sultry once again, and he met Isuza's gaze with his own, unblinking. "I don't run from my committments, Chica, and kids are a committement. I doubt you have cause to worry, but should you have reason, then rest assured I will be around. They would be my own children as well, after all...and with a mother like you, no doubt infinitely gorgeous."
But she wasn't making much sense, not during her diatribe about weakness. What was supposed to be pain for her? Had she meant to stab herself with the thorns? Or was she referring to what they'd just done? Or just to life in general? He wasn't really up to unravelling the half-unclear ramblings of a sun-dazed mind, but now that he had a personal stake, he had to at least try.
And at least one statement was clear.
"Foals?" Talk about your below the belt punches; if he wasn't used to hearing about this particular topic, it would have taken him even more by surprise. As it was, he suddenly understood her upset.
Smiling, he shook his head at the kalona. "Now your worries make sense to me, Chica, indeed they do. But why worry about something that cannot be prevented, or even necessitates worry? Know that I have never in my life fathered foals, in spite of being with numerous mares. The odds of something happening now are quite small, wouldn't you say? And I couldn't say that our genes are directly compatible one way or the other, so that's another thing not to worry about. But if by 'Roses' you refer to me, Chica..."
Here his voice turned low and sultry once again, and he met Isuza's gaze with his own, unblinking. "I don't run from my committments, Chica, and kids are a committement. I doubt you have cause to worry, but should you have reason, then rest assured I will be around. They would be my own children as well, after all...and with a mother like you, no doubt infinitely gorgeous."
Sayuri_Nitta
Izusa hissed and snapped at him, fire in her eyes;
'Flatter me not! I know you. You said. This is just fun..' she spat the word, wings rattling in irritation.
'You would not stay. If my belly held your spawn, you would be gone - filling the next 'Chica' with your seed. Because you know not..mares dont always say. Birthed your babies and went away.' she voice became sing-song.
'Little roses come out and play..' she whispered.
'I dont have sense.' she said suddenly, clearer again.
'I never did. Never got close. It was too much. Scent all over me. Want more, shouldnt have more, bad for you. Stop you flying, make you weak.'
'Flatter me not! I know you. You said. This is just fun..' she spat the word, wings rattling in irritation.
'You would not stay. If my belly held your spawn, you would be gone - filling the next 'Chica' with your seed. Because you know not..mares dont always say. Birthed your babies and went away.' she voice became sing-song.
'Little roses come out and play..' she whispered.
'I dont have sense.' she said suddenly, clearer again.
'I never did. Never got close. It was too much. Scent all over me. Want more, shouldnt have more, bad for you. Stop you flying, make you weak.'
Cajmera
One moment shrewish, the next passive; one moment threatening, the next, aroused. It was an experience to be around Izusa, though exactly what that experience entailed tended to vary from moment to moment. However, Guilian had finally realized that the saliant moments needed to be latched onto quickly, so latch he did.
Frowning a bit at the harsh comments, he met the mare's gaze squarely. "If indeed I have had children by previous mares, the mares in question obviously didn't see fit to tell me about it, Chica. And never once have I encounted another that even remotely resembled me, which makes me doubt that any children exist. I don't belive in abandonment, Chica, and I don't plan on starting now."
He was losing her again; she was waffling back and forth between clarity and delusion by the moment, it seemed. He hadn't anticipated this sort of sparring match, not when everything had gone so well before; even her own words admitted as much to him. Yet she was determined to fight it, to see the worst...he wasn't going to get anywhere with this.
Lifting a wingtip, he boldly caressed her cheek. "You are new to this, Chica, so your worries are at least believable. But know this; I don't treat mares so harshly. My foals are mine, whenever they appear and by whichever mare, and I will provide. You want assurance, yes?"
Stepping away from the mare, Guilian moved over to the path by which they'd come. "I shall stay in the area, Chica, long enough for you to know whether you have any reason to fret. Should you believe you have cause, I shouldn't be hard to find...and when that time passes without you needing to see me, I hope you remember what we had with a bit more fondness, as I already do."
It was time to go.
Frowning a bit at the harsh comments, he met the mare's gaze squarely. "If indeed I have had children by previous mares, the mares in question obviously didn't see fit to tell me about it, Chica. And never once have I encounted another that even remotely resembled me, which makes me doubt that any children exist. I don't belive in abandonment, Chica, and I don't plan on starting now."
He was losing her again; she was waffling back and forth between clarity and delusion by the moment, it seemed. He hadn't anticipated this sort of sparring match, not when everything had gone so well before; even her own words admitted as much to him. Yet she was determined to fight it, to see the worst...he wasn't going to get anywhere with this.
Lifting a wingtip, he boldly caressed her cheek. "You are new to this, Chica, so your worries are at least believable. But know this; I don't treat mares so harshly. My foals are mine, whenever they appear and by whichever mare, and I will provide. You want assurance, yes?"
Stepping away from the mare, Guilian moved over to the path by which they'd come. "I shall stay in the area, Chica, long enough for you to know whether you have any reason to fret. Should you believe you have cause, I shouldn't be hard to find...and when that time passes without you needing to see me, I hope you remember what we had with a bit more fondness, as I already do."
It was time to go.
Sayuri_Nitta
During his words she had calmed again, lucid and whole in her head.
'If I want to, I will find you.' she said simply, her wings folding tightly against her body, giving him leave with her words and body language. Not falling apart, she was together again, and she would watch him go passively.
'If I want to, I will find you.' she said simply, her wings folding tightly against her body, giving him leave with her words and body language. Not falling apart, she was together again, and she would watch him go passively.
Cajmera
That was better.
An amused smile on his lips, Guilian gave Izusa a nod of farewell. "I couldn't doubt it if I wanted to, Chica; until such a time as we meet again, stay strong, sleek, and sexy." Not that such would be a difficult thing for her; her type was born to be in control of both themselves and those around them.
Well, most of the time.
At any rate, it had been a MOST eventful encounter, and he doubted he'd be able to forget it any time soon. That in mind, he turned and started off through the trees, a lone black rose from his tail tumbling to the ground as he vanished from sight..
An amused smile on his lips, Guilian gave Izusa a nod of farewell. "I couldn't doubt it if I wanted to, Chica; until such a time as we meet again, stay strong, sleek, and sexy." Not that such would be a difficult thing for her; her type was born to be in control of both themselves and those around them.
Well, most of the time.
At any rate, it had been a MOST eventful encounter, and he doubted he'd be able to forget it any time soon. That in mind, he turned and started off through the trees, a lone black rose from his tail tumbling to the ground as he vanished from sight..
