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 Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 12:02 pm
Private RP between Novablu's Aleksei and `Swirly's Oberon.  
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 12:32 pm
The weather was cold, blustering snow that fell from steel gray clouds that hung low in the sky, snowflakes blurring with the wind before catching on drifts. It swirled around her, a winter wonderland, catching in her ruby red mane and making the golden bands around her legs and neck cold to the touch. She shivered lightly under winter’s touch, cloven hooves pacing over the frozen, snow-crusted earth. She was, to put it simply, antsy…and she wasn’t sure why.
Things had happened, a lot of things, actually. They’d derailed her dedication, derailed her life goal. She wasn’t just a mare, wasn’t just another free spirited angeni. No. Aleksei was a Warrior of Faeble, sent to the Kawani lands to protect the innocents from the evil forces of Kalona and Skinwalkers. She’d been trained since foalhood, her childhood filled with grueling exercise, sparring matches. Having been orphaned thanks to a Skinwalker attack on her herd, she had a reason to hate the darkness of the world. Had a reason to fight for her newfound home, even when fighting meant risking her life, day in and day out. Even if it meant that someday, it was inevitable that she would fall under crushing jaws, a once-strong warrior mare turned to horseflesh, a meal for Walkers.
She wouldn’t be young and spry forever and one day, she would slip up.
When she was younger, she was fearless—she didn’t believe a mare in her prime would ever fail her duty. But as the years crept up on her, the countless years of bloodshed and the scent of death and the grip of wondering WHEN she would fall…well it began to spark uncertainty in her heart. It made her nervous, which made her shaky…and overall, it made her wonder if there was more to life than dying in the line of duty.
Then she’d met him. Quirky, loopy, handsome Oberon, King of the Faeries—or so he claimed. A flutter with wings of stained glass. Her mind rebelled—she must procreate with another Angeni, to keep her bloodline strong, to birth the next generation of warriors. But sometimes, things didn’t go as planned. She got comfortable with the violet stallion and his crazy, unbelievable ideas. She found companionship for the first time in her entire life, companionship that wasn’t based on kills and hunts. She found…happiness, or as close to happiness that she felt she deserved.
And then she was shown the true form of happiness—a colt and a filly, her offspring, her blood children. They were hers, theirs. Theirs to protect, theirs to raise, theirs to love and Aleksei found her steel heart melting every time Etain and Domovoi looked up at her, smiles on their faces. It scared her, but italso delighted her, and she found her heart. Realized that she truly loved these little creatures. That part was easy, a mother’s instinct to love and to protect. Even when her foals came out mostly flutter. Even when they were unsuitable to carry on as Warriors of Faeble…but the reality was, she didn’t want them to do what she’d done. The idea of Domovoi dying in battle…it tore her apart.
And now her children were grown. Etain had had two sons, making her a grandmother. All this had happened and yet…
She was afraid of truly giving herself—her love—to Oberon. Her companion.
Her mate.
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Posted: Thu Jan 30, 2014 7:23 pm
It was hard for the flutter stallion to keep his faith. The fae had guided him to the beautiful ruby stone of a mare that he called his one true love and love her he had. Through all of their time together his affection and feelings had not once waned, even slightly. Yet now; in the cold of the winter he was feeling a certain sadness that was hard to place. It was probably just because of the winter’s unpleasantly cold kiss… but his heart was heavy for the first time in really… ever.
His mind drifted to the beautiful children they had made between the two of them. Hell, his mind was rarely thinking of anything else. No matter what Lexsi did or said, he could think of his bright prink handsome stone and ruby stone princess daughter and feel happiness. He could think of them and know that no matter what ended up happening between their mother and himself that he would always have to pieces of perfection.. .and because of the sons that his little Etain had borne he would have 4 pieces of perfection. Unfortunately, sometimes thinking of others was not enough to make him feel completely fulfilled and although many many many moon cycles ago when they had pledged themselves to each other and Oberon had been well aware that his Lexi did not truly love him, he had not given up.
Why would he? He had been led by the fae and his faith in them had been absolute. On top of that he had had the fairytale notion that if you gave love to something constantly, unwaveringly, then it would realize the gift it had received and could love in return. Would love in return. Unfortunately, his own faith was shaken right now. His faith that had made the leap into lifemate-hood seem not only sane but a good idea was worn.
Would he ever hear the words? Would he ever feel the love coming towards him in waves, the way that he tried to constantly send to her. Sure, they were better now than they had ever been because of the love of children they both had… but was it really healthy for him to be jealous eof his own children? God yes, he was jealous. He wanted her to look at him with the same level of love that she gave to their children. Heck, if he had gotten even half that much he probably wouldn’t be feeling the way he felt right now.
Alone.
It was terrifying to live with someone full time and yet feel completely and 100% alone almost all of the time. Is that how she felt with him standing right next to him? Was he stupid enough to think that his company was joy for her? It must have been something in the air that night because he heard a raised voice from not too far away, Oberon had no way of knowing that it was his own Etain…. Sometimes in life one had to sink or swim, do or die… pick or choose and although he really felt that he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt what his mate’s choice was going to be on this cold winter’s evening… He had to do it… for his own sanity.
It was time for Lexi to decide whether or not Oberon would stay or go.
He loved her and would love her for all of his days but sanity was going to slip away forever if he didn’t feel what he had craved for so long.
A lifemate’s love.
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Posted: Wed Feb 26, 2014 7:29 pm
She was a mare of solitude. You had to be with a mission like hers. Attachments meant slip ups. Attachments meant weaknesses, the ability for said evil to get under your skin and twist claws into your heart right where it hurt. She would willingly die for Domovoi, for Etain. She might’ve been colder, stoic in her youth but somehow, having foals had twisted her perspective a little bit and she felt the touch of a mother’s love. Fiercely protective over her brood, even if they were grown up and starting families of their own, she would fall at the hooves of a kalona if it meant they spared her family…and it terrified her. She shouldn’t need companionship. She should be able to turn off her emotions with a mere blink, should be able to shut everything down except the command, the need, the urge to kill and make right.
She couldn’t… She just couldn’t, not if THEY were in her life, and it paralyzed her, immobilized her. And shook her straight to the very core. She loved her son and daughter and she was fond, too fond, of their father. Her mate, a little loopy and a lot sweet, like gooey chocolate and caramel with a sour outer shell. He was different, not the stallion she ever imagined herself settling down with--not that that was high on her to do list… Damnit, she never should’ve gotten attached…
Because if they weren’t HER downfall, then she would be theirs. And she couldn’t live with that, a sick feeling lodged inside her gut, writhing like a watersnake. Her hooves thudded softly against the ground as she galloped, striving to move faster, more farther, stretch harder. Powerful legs propelled her up, two heavy sets of ruby feathered wings caught the air on flaps and lifted her into the sky. Her wings working in unison, Aleksei surveyed the kingdom that she’d whittled away at, the family that she’d created so damn foolishly.
If she left now, if she cut her losses and ran… She could still save them. She could give them one last gift, the gift of protection, even if it came at a cost. They would mourn her. They would probably hate her, but they would NOT be crying in pain as blood bubbled up, throats torn at the jaws of a heartless, brutal kalona who would rip their faerie wings from their back as easily as taking candy from a child. Aleksei shuddered, a sob catching in her throat before she stuffed it back down.
She flew until her wings strained for a break, her red coat slick with sweat. She couldn’t outrun the nightmares in her head. She couldn’t outrun her fears, her insecurities… She was trapped, whatever choice she made. Tears stung her eyes--actual tears--and she let only two slip free as she landed, the air drying her fur as she began to seek out her mate.
Her heart ached, throbbed, burned as she came up next to Oberon. Her ears flattened back, but she kept herself tall, strong, unflappable Aleksei. This might just kill her…but it would save them. THAT was her priority.
“I don’t think this is…working out,” she said softly, meeting Oberon’s gaze, awaiting the pain.
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