In My Own Arms (Kova)

[nala]

Zira

Although she should have, Zira hadn't forgiven Kova for his behavior during their last meeting. Sure she missed him. Sure she wished they could be together. Sure the equine mind is warped. The flaxen mare quietly stepped out onto the deserted shore line, being careful to leave a trail. This would be her last hope in Kova, the large amount of territory that was available to separate them daunted her, yet she continued to leave her trail, hoping that somehow someway he would find her.

Maybe, she thought, if he found her things would be different. Maybe he would remember back when they were all each other had. Maybe she would be happy again.

Desperate for feeling, Zira stepped out into the lapping ocean, entering it until the coolness swept up past her cannon bone. Why did she miss him?

[Xenan]

He was in an unusually calm mood today. There were good reasons, but reasons that he would not think about right now. While he was in a fairly blank state for once in his mind that was typically swarmed with his madness, it enabled him to stay focused on his one thought. He was going to find Zira and confront her about these feelings she had surfaced in him. He couldn't stop thinking about her, even when he was in the process of playing with other toys he'd found, and he wasn't sure he liked it. He was going to get to the bottom of things, and he was determined to keep her around so that she could help him. He didn't know the first things about feelings, and damned if it wasn't her fucking fault.

With a snort, Kovarik pranced along the grasslands, following an obvious trail that was ripe with the mare's scent. He realized that it looked very much like she'd wanted to be found. He wondered, though, if it was for him or not. A very odd twinge stirred up in the brute's gut, and it confused him, though he chose not to dwell on it. Instead, he picked up his pace, extending his trot. Before too long, he could smell the ocean, it's salty-sweetness bombarding his senses. He snorted again, but was just as determined. And then he saw her, stepping into the ocean. It occurred to him that he was coming to her with barely-just-healing wounds. There was the bad one on his right shoulder, and then there were a few others. Some distant feeling made him think that she wouldn't like that, though he wasn't sure what gave him that idea. Whinnying shortly to her, he strolled up to her, though when he reached the sandier area, he slowed to a walk to avoid kicking up too much dust. Salt in wounds was a pain he didn't feel like feeling. "Zira." He said her name in a low tone, but when he continued, his voice took on a more irritated sound. "I need to discuss things with you." He was going to try to be civil, for reasons he really didn't know. He was going to be matter-of-fact, if he could help it. He was going to try to let her in on what he did and did not understand. Mostly, he wanted to clear up these feelings of his, and she would help him.

OOC: short, and crappy, and very odd behavior xD
VOICE: Jeremy Irons as Scar w/ british accent Nother example, without singing
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[nala]

Zira.

She could feel him there, feel him looking at her, his eyes like heavy weights placing the weight of the world squarely on her shoulders and her shoulders alone. Still she stood still in the chilly water, again waiting for his approach. Zira owed him nothing, nothing at all, and if she continued to live for him she knew she wouldn't be able to live at all.

It didn't take long, his thundering hooves scattering sand about as he approached her with a slight over excitement that made her skin crawl. Two faced, two faced bastard that doesn't give a shit. She was still angry with him, and the scars and wounds that now freshly covered his body angered her more. She could have spit, lunged out and bit him, but still she remained as still as possible.

I need to discuss things with you. His hearty voice demanded. She couldn't contain herself with this one, couldn't stay still any longer. A wicked laugh rolled deep in her throat, emerging to the world as a rather evil sounding laugh. Oh... Kova... She gasped, trying to regain her composure as the laugh of anger, of deep sorrow raked over her body. Really?

Damn you. She couldn't help herself, as if she was going to throw one of his tantrums she backed out of the water, first approaching him then steadily moving farther away, her eyes white with anger. I think I need to discuss some things with you as well. Another laugh threatened to emerge, but this time Zira was able to stuff it down. I think we need to discuss a lot of things.

Damn. You.

ooc: ZIRA ANGRY... ZIRA SMASH.... xDDD she digs herself into a hole every time.