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 Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:39 am
This is a private RP between Larkin Monrey and Nakita.
 
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:43 am
He could not sleep, there was nothing keeping his exhausted body from the sweet realm of dreams except for his unquiet mind, the constant continuous thoughts prevented the young foal from slipping off into slumber. Silently he moved away from his siblings, not wanting to disturb their rest. On soft hooves he left his sleeping brother and sisters among the cover of the trees to enter into a vast world of stars that shown brightly in the warm night sky. A gasp escaped from the colt, it was beyond imagining, it was truly a spectacular sight to behold. The night sky was so stunning, the foal knew that each star grouping had its own story and he wished with all his heart that he knew each and every one of them. The starry sky moved him, made him want to create a poem that depicted what he felt and saw.
"Above me bright stars shine/Filled with an eternal light...." Larkin stopped after a few moments of constant uhhhhhs and shook his head side to side annoyed, "Gah, why can't I think of this next verse?" Words came to him and a smile creeped across his young countenance, "Above me bright stars shine/Filled with an eternal light/A magical sight." Larkin was proud of himself and of his first haiku, it did not even matter that he was unsure if above was one or two syllables. To him, the haiku expressed the magic of the night. He was proud of his first attempt at poetry.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:46 am
Nakita had heard her son get up and leave, even though he was being quiet. With the skills of a trained huntress, she followed him and stood back in the shadows while she watched her son enjoy the scene before him. His words carried on the silent air and Nakita smiled at her son's first attempt at poetry, he was quite good for one so young and untrained. "That was lovely Larkin, am I right to guess that was your first haiku?" She was curious to how he knew of the proper layout for such a poem, he sure did not learn it from her, Isabliss perhaps? He did possess the affinity for story telling just like his great grandmother, so it would make sense if he learned a thing or two from the Angeni of Insomnia. "You are up quite late, can you not sleep?" Nakita sent a silent prayer to any God listening that her son did not inherit his great grandmother's inability to sleep.
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Posted: Wed Aug 14, 2013 9:47 am
He nearly jumped out of his skin when his mother came up behind him, "Mom! You scared me. I didn't mean to wake you," he looked back to the shadows in which his mother emerged from, trying to see if any other members of his family lurked out of sight, "Yes, it was my first, grandmum Isabliss taught me how to create poetry, I just haven't tried it, since I have not felt inspired until tonight." His eyes remained glued to the myriad of stars above him, "I couldn't sleep, my body is exhausted but my mind keeps acting like a pollinating bee flying from flower to flower, constantly moving and never resting." Larkin turned to his mother, who had once hated males with a passion during her youth and had wanted them to be her pets, it seems love had the capability of turning even the most adamant of hearts into something else, those thoughts gave Larkin an idea, "Mom, can you tell me about the Flock?" Nakita had told them bits and pieces about her life with her 'Sisters' but Larkin wanted to know more, he was fascinated with the culture and had been wondering since the first time his mother mentioned it, where he would belong in the Flock had he been born in that place. What would he do?
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 4:28 pm
A vacant look appeared in Nakita’s eye as her mind went back to the Flock, “It was similar to a Utopian society, there was not a lack of jobs for there was a constant need to hunt, guard or be the one who read nature to determine the future of the flock. Yes it was hard for men, especially those who possessed a fiery spirit and did not like to obey women. They either escaped or became used to their pet status and learned to love it and embrace Flock Culture. Many of the stallions create wonderful things; there was even a guild that the males could be a part of. It was truly magnificent.” Her voice grew soft with the reminiscing.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 4:28 pm
Larkin stood, fascinated by his mother’s words, to him it seemed like a wonderful place, not one to be feared. But he was not good at creating stuff with his hooves, that was his sister who possessed that skill. He was better at creating things with his words, stories, poems, and so on. “Mamma, the flock sounds like an amazing place. The stallions don’t seem to be ill-treated like many believe them to be. But Mamma, if it was so amazing there why did you leave? You haven’t told us. I know that if you didn’t leave you would have never met daddy. Can you please tell me how it all happened?” He stared up at his mother, his eyes pleading, he really wanted to know more about his mother who gave up the Flock and became the mare she was today standing before him beneath the star filled sky.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 4:37 pm
Nakita gave a quite laugh at all of Larkin’s questions, “If I tell you would you promise to go to bed? I don’t want you becoming an insomniac like your great grandmother.” The mare looked up into the sky, trying to figure out where to begin, “My father, Wystan, had heard about the Flock during one of his travels and sought it out. Anya found him and made this four winged stallion her pet. The Angeni loved the Flock and was growing fond of Anya. One day there was an attack and in the confusion many stallions escaped, your grandfather was pushed along with the crowed of stallions. He decided that it was best if he left the Flock at that time, even though his heart was broken. He had truly loved Anya, he knew that he should have returned to her, but he loved his freedom more. He did not know that when he left he also left two unborn daughters behind. Kaia, your aunt, was a curious foal; I believe she took after in our father in that sense. One day I figured out her plan of leaving the Flock to find the stallion who gave us life. At that point in time I hated Wystan and called him Sperm Donor. He was nothing to me, but Kaia wanted to meet him and I could not let her leave the Flock alone. So in the dead of night, we snuck away. It took some time, and in the end Wystan found us. He raised us and slowly my hatred diminished for him and I began to call him Father instead of Sperm Donor. It was some years later that I came across your father. He intrigued me and I wanted him as my Pet and so that is what he became. And that is also how you came to be here.” She did not tell him that they only lifemated because she did not like to share, which would have been a lie. The mare knew that she loved her mate, but would not admit it to anyone.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 4:43 pm
Larkin had nodded his head to his mother when she first asked the question about going to bed if she told him the story. As he listened he could not help but be sucked into the telling, it was amazing that his mother gave up all that she loved to travel with her sister. That took some guts and a lot of heart. The little foal looked to the sky, he did not understand why his grandfather had left, if there was love, true love, then he should have stayed with grandmother. A tiny yawn escaped his mouth and his eyes began to droop, “Thank you mamma, that was wonderful. I wish I could see the Flock. It sounds amazing…. I think I shall go to bed now… I am really sleepy… G’night mamma.” With those words he gave her a loving nuzzle and then walked sleepily to the rest of the family. Once his eyes closed he went off into the realm of dreams, with thoughts and visions of the flock dancing in his head.
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Posted: Mon Jan 13, 2014 4:44 pm
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