Post by Xenan on Oct 2, 2011 3:32:53 GMT -5
//Natari
She had waited so long. Too long. Four whole years she’d spent dreaming of this. And now she would have her chance! Tari really had no way of really knowing exactly what would happen, but she was convinced by herself that it would damn well be everything she’d hoped for. Her blasted parents had kept her from her goals forever, it had seemed. But now, as she’d crossed the borders between Shahir into Mael at the prime age of four, the metallic dun mare was finally free of their chiding lectures. Finally old enough to leave, never again would she have to hear: “You mustn’t ever go there, Natari.” Her mother had told her after a very young filly had been daydreaming at the edge of the desert one afternoon. “A beautiful child like you would never survive there.. Without becoming a slave.” Her father had told her such, too. But what they hadn’t ever known was that the little amber champagne filly that they saw as so innocent had wandered into Mael so often that if they ever discovered it, they would probably die from a heart attack. But again and again, she’d returned alive, despite their warnings, simply getting close enough only to watch but never seen. Every time she’d gone, Natari had seen him: the handsome bay and white painted colt dubbed Eztli. She’d always adored the way the feathering on each of his legs waved in the breeze when he’d ran, his frame always built with thick bone-structure. He’d always follow in his daddy’s hoof prints, but by now she knew he was King. If it took every last waking breath from her body, Tari would see to it that she was the one at his side. She wasn’t in it to become queen; at least not just to hold the crown, but the mare desperately wanted to claim the place at his side, no matter what. She’d never met him before, but she had watched him grow here and there, and the more she’d seen the more she fell in love with. And damned if he wouldn’t fall in love with her too.
Passing through Avulader at a swift gallop, leaving dust in her trail as she furthered herself into the canyon-like wonderland of her dreams, he and only he took up every inch of her thoughts. Her heart thundered almost louder than her hoof beats in the sand at the prospect of actually getting to meet him. Tari had always known that should she have shown herself to him all those years ago, she’d have never gone back home, perhaps not even allowed to go home. While that prospect hadn’t truly been the most undesired in her mind, Tari had wanted to grow to her full height and glory before showing herself to him. Only the best for her Eztli. And hell, maybe she had been afraid. Being a filly and all, she’d only ever had her parents to guide her, and she hadn’t truly desired to leave them just yet with the possibility of never going back. But now she was ready, more than ready, and she was going head first into the reality that for so long had only existed in her mind. So close, she was, and the excitement was creeping in as swift as her stride. What would he think of her? Hell, she wasn’t daft and Natari knew that anything female would attract her steed. A pang of jealousy sprang up in her gut as she remembered when he’d bred with all those other mares, though how could she expect him to hold himself for her? It was such a selfish thought, but try as she might, she could not douse the flames that spread at the mere mention of Eztli with another female. Well, she had saved herself for him, and she would see to it that he realized that after meeting her, he would need no other female to sate his desires. She would always be there for him, and she only wanted him to see that.
As the champagne dun finally reached the lusher area she’d come to know as Misenituk, the mare slowed her pace to an even trot, her hooves crunching over frosted grass. She was looking for something, a present for her stallion once she called him to her. A sort of.. Homecoming gift from her to him. Being just the beginning of winter, Tari knew that the plant life had mostly died off and with it, Eztli’s greatest passion for a certain kind of plant. There were still some places where it still grew, though they were few and far between, but she was a mare on a mission that held no greater importance. If she was going to fulfill her destiny, she would have to prove to the great brute that she could fulfill his every want and need, and she would. Scouring the frosty meadow, especially under the cover of trees, she even dug a bit to the greener spots, seeking out the plant’s special scent. She’d never tried it herself, and likely never would, but after watching the gorgeous beast seeking it out she knew just what to look for. It took forever and then some, it seemed to the tall mare, and then just as she grew frustrated with no sign of it anywhere, she found it! Oh for the love of Eztli, she’d found it at last. Well hidden under an exposed root that curved up and over the dirt, it lay even retaining a bit of its green texture. It wasn’t fresh, but by the smell of it, it would do wonders for the stallion who was no doubt going through a withdrawal without it. But she couldn’t let him have it, not yet, and it would even be best if he didn’t know it was there as well. With a snort she turned and kicked a bit of frozen debris over the shrubs to dull its scent a bit before the trotted a good few yards away. Swishing her lush tail of gold and black, she let out the strongest of whinnies she could muster, calling to her the stallion she’d never seen up close and personal. Giddy with excitement, she waited. ”Oh Eztli, please come to me quickly.” She spoke on a wistful sigh. She had longed for his touch for so long.
OOC: Gawd… suckage. >< the next ones will be better -.-
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She had waited so long. Too long. Four whole years she’d spent dreaming of this. And now she would have her chance! Tari really had no way of really knowing exactly what would happen, but she was convinced by herself that it would damn well be everything she’d hoped for. Her blasted parents had kept her from her goals forever, it had seemed. But now, as she’d crossed the borders between Shahir into Mael at the prime age of four, the metallic dun mare was finally free of their chiding lectures. Finally old enough to leave, never again would she have to hear: “You mustn’t ever go there, Natari.” Her mother had told her after a very young filly had been daydreaming at the edge of the desert one afternoon. “A beautiful child like you would never survive there.. Without becoming a slave.” Her father had told her such, too. But what they hadn’t ever known was that the little amber champagne filly that they saw as so innocent had wandered into Mael so often that if they ever discovered it, they would probably die from a heart attack. But again and again, she’d returned alive, despite their warnings, simply getting close enough only to watch but never seen. Every time she’d gone, Natari had seen him: the handsome bay and white painted colt dubbed Eztli. She’d always adored the way the feathering on each of his legs waved in the breeze when he’d ran, his frame always built with thick bone-structure. He’d always follow in his daddy’s hoof prints, but by now she knew he was King. If it took every last waking breath from her body, Tari would see to it that she was the one at his side. She wasn’t in it to become queen; at least not just to hold the crown, but the mare desperately wanted to claim the place at his side, no matter what. She’d never met him before, but she had watched him grow here and there, and the more she’d seen the more she fell in love with. And damned if he wouldn’t fall in love with her too.
Passing through Avulader at a swift gallop, leaving dust in her trail as she furthered herself into the canyon-like wonderland of her dreams, he and only he took up every inch of her thoughts. Her heart thundered almost louder than her hoof beats in the sand at the prospect of actually getting to meet him. Tari had always known that should she have shown herself to him all those years ago, she’d have never gone back home, perhaps not even allowed to go home. While that prospect hadn’t truly been the most undesired in her mind, Tari had wanted to grow to her full height and glory before showing herself to him. Only the best for her Eztli. And hell, maybe she had been afraid. Being a filly and all, she’d only ever had her parents to guide her, and she hadn’t truly desired to leave them just yet with the possibility of never going back. But now she was ready, more than ready, and she was going head first into the reality that for so long had only existed in her mind. So close, she was, and the excitement was creeping in as swift as her stride. What would he think of her? Hell, she wasn’t daft and Natari knew that anything female would attract her steed. A pang of jealousy sprang up in her gut as she remembered when he’d bred with all those other mares, though how could she expect him to hold himself for her? It was such a selfish thought, but try as she might, she could not douse the flames that spread at the mere mention of Eztli with another female. Well, she had saved herself for him, and she would see to it that he realized that after meeting her, he would need no other female to sate his desires. She would always be there for him, and she only wanted him to see that.
As the champagne dun finally reached the lusher area she’d come to know as Misenituk, the mare slowed her pace to an even trot, her hooves crunching over frosted grass. She was looking for something, a present for her stallion once she called him to her. A sort of.. Homecoming gift from her to him. Being just the beginning of winter, Tari knew that the plant life had mostly died off and with it, Eztli’s greatest passion for a certain kind of plant. There were still some places where it still grew, though they were few and far between, but she was a mare on a mission that held no greater importance. If she was going to fulfill her destiny, she would have to prove to the great brute that she could fulfill his every want and need, and she would. Scouring the frosty meadow, especially under the cover of trees, she even dug a bit to the greener spots, seeking out the plant’s special scent. She’d never tried it herself, and likely never would, but after watching the gorgeous beast seeking it out she knew just what to look for. It took forever and then some, it seemed to the tall mare, and then just as she grew frustrated with no sign of it anywhere, she found it! Oh for the love of Eztli, she’d found it at last. Well hidden under an exposed root that curved up and over the dirt, it lay even retaining a bit of its green texture. It wasn’t fresh, but by the smell of it, it would do wonders for the stallion who was no doubt going through a withdrawal without it. But she couldn’t let him have it, not yet, and it would even be best if he didn’t know it was there as well. With a snort she turned and kicked a bit of frozen debris over the shrubs to dull its scent a bit before the trotted a good few yards away. Swishing her lush tail of gold and black, she let out the strongest of whinnies she could muster, calling to her the stallion she’d never seen up close and personal. Giddy with excitement, she waited. ”Oh Eztli, please come to me quickly.” She spoke on a wistful sigh. She had longed for his touch for so long.
OOC: Gawd… suckage. >< the next ones will be better -.-
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