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 Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:32 am
This is a PRP between Apatite (Phail Ninja) and Ilyrana (Mahogany Sunset) :3  
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:34 am
A dark eye scanned the horizon, sweeping across the water. His body was a hazy shadow hidden in the tangles of kelp. Darkness hung over his face, rendering his features unreadable. Even though he had swum through the area a countless number of times, the stallion had never felt safe there. It was too bright, too open, too vulnerable up ahead. Anyone could be there. And that was exactly what he was afraid of.
He hung back for a few more moments, caution holding him in check. A few fish darted about, the gentle sunlight giving them a false sense of security. Did they realise predators swum amongst their midst? That at any moment a snap of jaws was all it took to end their lives? A light current swirled through their ranks, sending bits of seaweed dancing through the water. But apart from that no sea life could be seen. With great caution, he dared to part the kelp before him, the shadowy tendrils gripping onto his skin, clutching him towards them.
His ears keened forwards, scanning his surroundings. Nothing. No one. Indecision played darkly across his face, but he set his features grimly. There was only one person he would venture out in daylight to see right now, and unluckily for him - that's exactly who he was going to meet.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:39 am
Mahogany Sunset  Illy sat silently at the bright edge of the Grail, her humming quieted for once. She had felt something - felt something and possibly heard it, too. A th-thump; twin th-thumps, almost in time with one another, like a staccato. Apatite was supposed to be meeting her here, as had become their ritual, but for once, she wasn't sure she wanted to meet him. She needed to find out what was going on in her belly, because it definitely wasn't something that she'd eaten. No matter how she looked at it - craning her neck down her side, twisting her body near in half so her face was next to her stomach - the slight bowing in her abdomen never really disappeared. And that meant she and Apatite both had cause to distrust each other and cause to celebrate.
She was pregnant.
They both wanted children; Illy wanted to have family to spend time with when she was not with her mother, and Apatite needed to continue his bloodline. But now that she was pregnant, that meant that she would have to give her babies up, because he was the best equipped to handle them: he had a pouch meant just for carrying them. Illy had heard the legends. If she didn't find a male to transfer the babies to, her stomach would naturally grow its own pouch, and she liked hers just the way it was. But if Apatite disappeared one day with the babies intact... She might never see her children again.
Huffing a sigh, Illy closed her eyes. She could decide nothing until he showed up, so instead of worrying, she focused her attention on the minute sound and feel of twin heartbeats in her belly.
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Posted: Sun Jan 11, 2015 8:41 am
The eerie silence was deafening, water pressuring Apatite's body on all sides, threatening to constrict him. He pressed forwards urgently, feeling horribly exposed as the bright sunlight broke out upon his body. His mane glistened with a gentle glow, reflecting the rays ever so slightly, while abstract markings rose to prominence across his fur, usually undetectable in the shadows.
His skin felt like it was crawling – and it was only then that he noticed why. It wasn’t just the silence, it was the lack of any song floating through the air. A cold shiver gripped his spine. Every time he’d come to meet Ilyrana, she would stand there, humming a quiet melody or singing soft lullabies without fail. But today that usual greeting was absent. Icy daggers stabbed into his chest, had something happened? Could she not make their usual rendez-vous? Or was it more serious than that? And even as his brain cut off that channel of thought, trying to tell him that why did it matter if something had happened, why should he care if she was there or not, he found himself swimming just a touch faster, an urgency added to his pace that wasn’t there before.
As her colourful form appeared in his vision, he felt a shudder run through his shoulders, swallowing his former fear. There she was – just fine! He pressed an ear back, trying to suppress the relief he felt at that knowledge. And yet, something was off. She floated very still, her eyes closed. Somehow, she looked very peaceful to him. “I-Ilyrana?” He called hesitantly, feeling that something was different but unsure as to what exactly that was.
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