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Post by elesette on Nov 17, 2014 21:56:50 GMT -5
Vasska breathed, each breath slow and shaking. It was a sign the large andalusion stallion was nervous and as his ears flicked back and forth his current disposition was hardly deniable. The king was not ready for war. He had hoped his own moral raising speeches would have the same effect on himself as they did the herd, but he'd had no such luck in the past fortnight. Rather he found himself awake at night going over the possible lies he had told. Lies that they would win the war, lies that he would harbor the Exiles if the proved themselves innocent. A guilt rose in his chest as he thought of the refugees of the Exile herd. The guilt wasn't over his plans to cast them away however, instead the sinking feeling he harbored was rather preoccupied with what Bloom might do had she found out he didn't intend to keep his promise.
Any exile unharmed after the first battle will be protected by the Olde herd indefinitely. He just, didn't think he could do it. Stow away the reeking scents of the exile horses with in his herd. Let the tainted herd intermingle with the purity of his own herd. The thought gave the king shudders, and the war was tomorrow. Exiles were on his doorstep, and they would battle with him against the Bachelor stallions of the east and he, as king, had no idea what he was doing. Vasska Domovoi was a train wreck.
He arched his neck in an attempt to stretch the tense muscles that lined it. He was so uncomfortable with himself. The king almost wanted to turn back, and hide on the Island his ancestors had granted them, and be safe. Heroism had never been his strong suit, and charging into battle to take back what had once been theirs - to him was an act of heroism, hardly necessity. Though others in the herd would claim otherwise. They'd say the bachelors had started this when they stole their mares. In the beginning, Vasska had agreed. Klaus had angered him, no, infuriated him. Thinking that the stallion would get away without repercussions made him feel ill, but now things were different. The bachelors had a new leader, and taking back the Bachelor lands that his anscestors once owned was no longer a neccesity, and he didn;t know what to do.
The king turned his head into his chest and sighed, as if trying to escape the busy world around him. He wouldn't admit it, but he was scared, and the war was tomorrow.
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Post by crystaluniicorn on Nov 24, 2014 1:38:23 GMT -5
Bloom could see the regret that lingered in the light of her mates eyes. He was a brave soul, though she could hardly live to think he had thought this was actually a sound choice. She knew him much better than most of the members of this herd, years of observing and taking in all he had let out proved powerful in reading his moods just through the pools of his golden eyes. Those that had fit such a king. This was hard for every member of the herd, including herself. She was against everything that happened from the time when two of their own were captured. Whether it was a strategic move or not, the Queen did not care at all. This should be a time of peace, and if it was up to her, the Exiles would have already been intertwined within Olde. Regardless of the fact that their ancestors had been cast away, they had still been ex members of the Olde herd, and to her that was enough.
This was all so much harder considering the time they had spent together, the soft words they had shared and the possibility of a romance that budded between them. Why did it have to be now that war unfolded and the possibility of loosing him was all too real? It was just a shame that this was the way it had to be, but the young Queen did not resent him for it. No, not like she would have months prior.
The moon lingered over his sculpted Andalusian build, the one she could pick apart from any other a mile away. From grazing in the heart of the silent herd, Bloom made her way to his Majesty, her Arabian neck arched as she graced the unfamiliar, lush land. Her starlight tail trailed behind her, slithering a pathway just as her legs had through the grass. Vasska's sent filled her desperate nostrils and her heart fluttered in a way it always had before she spoke to him, in nervousness and a slightly new curiosity.
The mare brushed against his side, eyes lingering at the hooks of his legs. This was a time of consolement, and it was clear they had both known this.
" We must be strong for our herd, my king." Bloom breathed, the sent of roses wafting about her. " I hope that whatever ails you isn't more than what we face tomorrow."
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Post by elesette on Nov 26, 2014 17:52:38 GMT -5
Vasska felt an itch arising in his throat and fought to shake it. The warm air had sunk in around him and it tickled the roof of his mouth, as it distracted him a moment from his ailing thoughts. The war wouldn't stay gone for long, and it rose again in his mind like the scratching feeling behind his tongue. As the queen approached him, he uncurled his neck from his chest and attempted to look presentable - to look brave. Bloom had been like a snake to him. She'd slithered her way into his mind and hand't left since he first caught her bathing in her secret grove. Worse now, it was like the mare had left her venom with him - he felt a fire within him around her. Though it didn't quite sting like venom, it unnerved the stallion. It jolted him into awareness as soon as she spoke- heightened above all else.
"My queen.." His eyes widened, it was as if she could read his mind now too. A wonder they hadn't been closer before, it was. "It is true we must" He said the statement slowly, as he came to an understanding of what the pale beauty was doing. She was calming him, dancing around him like chamomile in the wind. He breathed out again, and this time the wind didn't shake as it passed through his lips. The itch was still there however, gnawing at the back of his throat like the annoyance it was. He couldn't shake that. "It couldn't be, you know that" he tried to laugh but the sound was caught in his throat, blocked by that same irritating feeling that wouldn't give way.
"I shouldn't share my secrets, but I'll honor you'll stay quiet" He said abruptly. It wasn't unlike Vasska to have feelings built up over time, only for the stallion to burst. He'd done it in front of the mare before, and she hadn't split his thought-blood to anyone. She'd accepted his cowardice in the past, and now it felt natural to speak his mind as she was next to him. "My ailment is only the fear of what is to come" he admitted his fear again. It felt less sickening this time than it did the last. He didn't feel the need to vomit and he held her gaze. If there was one thing he could appreciate her for, the queen was an exquisite listener. He liked that about her.
"I never thought I'd be afraid of bloodshed, but when I think of it so soon- I wonder who we might loose" He thought of himself then, and his self preserving nature caught him in his chest. The fear he felt was very real, and as he came to this realization - he finally coughed, and the itch was released from his throat.
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Post by crystaluniicorn on Mar 22, 2015 18:36:45 GMT -5
He had a cautious, yet slackened mien about him. She could tell this time was much different than their other nightly exchanges. Perhaps it was because neither of them truly knew if this would ever be possible again. It was hard to grasp, but she found herself for the first time in her life with the king, fearing for him. The bachelors couldn't care less about the welfare of Olde and she knew that Vasska would certainly be a sought out target.
Why now?
Why, when only recently, a small ember drifted in her heart for him.
The kings abrupt voice knocked her back into the conversation and it took her a moment to remember what he had said since her thoughts had been louder. It seemed she was at a loss for words, though there had been so many things that she wished to say to him. But with every one of his fear stained words the idea of relaying her innermost feelings became more and more distant. He was obviously already suffering with what was to come, she couldn't allow herself to spoil or enrich whatever was between them all because she was feeling strongly about him. It was a double edged sword for sure.
The Queen stood for a moment collecting herself. " I fear what faces all of us as well. I can only hope that the odds are in our favor, and that the losses aren't great. Although any loss is great." Bloom's shoulders slumped with that realization, ears slowly swiveling back. She was anxious as well and it showed on her. The way a few hairs managed to slip from the loops that graced her neck, how her tail sunk low behind her legs and how her nostrils flared ever so lightly with each wind. Even her eyes told stories of sleepless nights and paranoid thoughts leading up to where they both stood now.
With her nerves at their peak, she needed something to puncture the tension. To relieve herself of this pressure. Gathering herself, Bloom took a sharp breath and approached his side only to lean her cheek gingerly against his neck. Everything about him was kingly. The way she could feel his blood pump under his skin. . . perhaps it was made of gold. . . the way he had been looking at her recently, and in the way he noticed her not just the space around her. Maybe as his queen?
" Truthfully-" Bloom breathed, " It is you who I fear loosing the most. . ."
Her heart jolted, stress flooding her like poison.
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