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 Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 4:05 pm
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Name: Roleplay ColorPersephone: #333300Connor: #330000And introducing... Kian: #CC9966Kailey: #9E7BFFKaie: #663333
The foals were frail, fragile blossoms caught in winter's cool chill. They huddled in their baskets like three quivering wraiths, clinging to life through perseverant tenacity.
Their parents never strayed far from their side, keeping a close watch on their young offspring. The Kawani Shaman who had tended Sadiki's trying pregnancy maintained the vitality of their youth; Connor has sought only the best for his beloved Persephone's blessed endeavors, only the best to tend his young.
... and yet, more and more, it seemed as if the foals would wait until Spring to burst from their woven sanctuaries.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 4:27 pm
The weary mare gazed lovingly at her three children, warm admiration softening her steel-grey eyes. Luscious locks falling in tangles around her fine-boned features, she leaned over, delicate resolve spurning her to tuck her fine olive-green swatch of fabric tighter around the base of each close-snug basket.
"Keep them warm." The shaman sighed, his breathy voice accompanied by deliberately gentle demonstrations. "Keep them close. Keep them safe." He fixed each of the dotting parents with a thinly-veiled stare that communicated his urgency while serving to soothe their slightly frayed nerves. "They will be fine."
"Warm. Close. Safe."
Persephone allowed herself a gentle sigh, the slight noise serving as sighing caress. "... Connor..."
Her gaze flickered to her slumbering lifemate's sedate form. She knew he lay awake, listening to her move about in the early dawn's hours; he always knew when she awoke, felt the absence of her body alongside his... even as she felt his absence now.
Ah, Connor...
She caught a glimpse of a shimmering ray of sunlight, illuminating the quiet enclosure with its sheltering resplendence... a quiet testament to the new day, full of opportunity and promise.
... A new day...
With new life.
She sighed, shifting with slight discomfort as her body sent its auspicious message. So in tune with her body's rhythms, she could tell... that, already... even as their last three gathered the strength to great the world...
... It was time.
... Again.
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 5:45 pm
 A single lavender eye let in a sliver of light, the devoted stallion peering with infinite compassion after the form of his beloved Persephone.
Possessive... for, somehow, he could not quite believe his luck. That she, so wonderful, could be his... could rejoice in his love, reciprocate his passion.
Would he ever become accustomed to the idea? Would her love ever seem... commonplace?
Persephone...
He lingered in his resting place, content merely to observe as she went about her morning rituals. Tending the young... glancing towards the light... staring off into the distance... What did his heart search for, even now?
He stirred, letting his conscious state be known.
It had been a trying experience. Hard on both their consciousness: Are we doing all we can? Are we doing it right? Do they feel us, nearby? Do they not wish to come out? Do they know we love them? Do they love us?
Those three little foals... the union of their joined heritage. Three perfect little foals... sheltered in woven wombs. Two-legged's creation. With two-legged's care.
Something about him balked at the idea that he could not care for his family, could not be their sole provider, wasn't good enough... and another part of him was happy someone else could. That there were others who cared, others who would help.
Because someday... maybe he wouldn't be around.
And then there would they be?
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 5:56 pm
A flicker of movement, captured by her peripheral vision.
Good morning, love...
Her body's rhythms had quickened once more, preparing for the welcome strains that lay ahead- bearing new life was no easy task. Despite its difficulties, she would never avoid it.
Not that one may avoid fate's decision...
What had fate desired, that she were to become so soon with child? Once more bearing life within her, life that may or may not live to see its second moon... life that was so fragile, so cautious... a duplicitous blessing.
She gazed upon her beloved with a question lingering in the depths of her apprehensive eyes.
What if they aren't strong enough? What if they do not survive long enough for us to nurture them to a fit state? What if...
What if the sky falls down and the underworld rises again?
Persephone shook her head, rivulets of luscious curls shimmering as they caught the morning sun. Best not dwell of what if...
A sweet smile, paired with a pointed look.
I'm...
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Posted: Sat Dec 04, 2010 6:08 pm
... pregnant.
Connor blinked, momentarily abashed by the sudden revelation. The way she moved, her longing stare, the... ah. Yes. That explained it.
He rose, took his place at her side, and had begun to nuzzle her fondly (seeking mutual comfort, not any base desire) before he realized she hadn't said a word.
A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, joining that shining within his lavender eyes. They never needed words... why start now? Even if it was good to hear things once and a while...
"I love you."
He told her every day, and every day he meant it with all his being.
There were those who used those three words to decieve, to manipulate, to offend... not he. It was his truth. The only truth he was every certain of.
I miss you.- when I close my eyes. When I blink, involuntarily. When you are anywhere but at my side...
I trust you. - with my life. With our children's lives. With my love. With my... everything.
I love you. - Forever.
The two stood in quiet companionship for some time, each finding solace in the other's warm proximity.
... more foals.
The joy of new life was marred with bitter disdain for his own... failure. Would it not be more intelligent to wait until the others have grown, let alone emerged from their baskets, before seeking to add to their family...? Would it not...?
He was straying into could-be's and would-have-been's.
All that mattered was... their present truth.
"I love you, Persephone..." his voice was rich and smooth, a deep rumble despite his careful pitch.
"It will be fine..." A gentle murmur, paired with sincere sympathy and tender joy.
I know.
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:17 am
... Patience is a virtue.
With constant care, the foals grew strong... until one day, they (or nature) decided... why wait 'till Spring at all?
 Within the confines of his woven womb, Kian began to stir... the eldest, the strongest (or was he?)... the one who heard his care-taker's gentle murmur, their hushed tones, and mustered the courage to finally strain towards their existence.
Bleary eyes blinked at the darkness... sight? Why couldn't he see? Why stay within?
A stubby tail twitched as his little hoof poked hesitantly at his surrounding.
... Why inside, when sound comes from without... ?
A shrill noise.
Oh! His little heart pounded furiously. What was that? Something inside, with him? Something...
His breath, came out in a whuff... he'd made a noise! Like Them!
He tried again...
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:34 am
"I love you, too." A soft, gentle caress... I am Yours, my love.
A gentle sigh... He knows.
Of course he knows; he is as attuned to her as the sun is to the moon. How does one rise when the other sets? Link... ah, but then, sometimes they grace the sky as one.
A flicker of amusement shone in her weary eyes.
Perhaps that was not the best analogy.
A flicker of movement...
She glanced towards the baskets.
Her eyes widened, a slight gasp accompanying the hopeful twinge as anticipation leaped into her throat.
Could it be...?
"Connor!..." she breathed, her wide-eyed gaze fixated upon the tawny-cream basket. Waves of movement rolled across its exterior...
At long last, for them to emerge from their woven wombs... while hers yet quickened! The children, their foals, alive and moving in this world... Goodness!
... Could it be...?
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:40 am
Yes! Came the call from inside. Yes, Mother! It's me!
Another basket picked up the call.
Would he ever be able to suppress that smug little glimmer of utter bliss that accompanied her every utterance of those three little words?
He tensed, turning to match his gaze with hers. He was a protector, a guardian. It was in his very core. To be unable to assist to any great extent, with his mate's ordeals and his foals' state... but then, he would never be able to live up to the standards he set for himself.
At least, not in his own eyes.
The basket rolled, ripples forming as... a tiny hoof?... pressed against the interlocking wicker.
Connor nuzzled Persephone, his eyes yet fixed upon their three baskets. He held his breath, as though this were some perfect moment that even breath would steal from.
Is it time?
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Posted: Sat Dec 18, 2010 1:45 am
 His ears twitched.
His fine-boned head rose to attention even before his eyes began to open.
... huh? What is it? What is going on?
Movement. Voices. A call!
A shrill call!
Kaie began to beat against his own basket, seeking escape.
Someone was calling! To who? Him? Maybe! Maybe not! It didn't matter.
There was a call!
A rise, to action!
A gathering?
A challenge?
A yearning ache?
He didn't know. He didn't much care... no, he did care. He wanted to know. But more, he wanted to help! How could he help?
Why could he help?
What... What was he?
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