Post by lady shady on Feb 12, 2012 20:21:09 GMT -5
SHEBA
The grey mare’s pace slowed, and her frantic hoofbeats ceased. She was away from the scum who dared taint her with himself, and now she must decide what to do with the possibility of her carrying his foal. Did he place any value on it? If so, it might prove useful. But if not…somehow, she felt that a stag such as himself would not care. Yes, best to be rid of it now, before it was too late. Though, she thought, if she had to, she’d kill the thing at birth. She almost would rather die than see him gloat over having sired a foal by her, the untamable. Why had she ever thought that this would be a good idea? Part of her brain wandered back to before, to his musky scent and strong, cold voice. Something about him wouldn’t let her go. She had to conquer this one. He was so cold, so scarred, so…removed. One of the few that didn’t care about her—she’d make him care! She’d twist his heart away from him and then hurt him so badly that he’d rue the day he’d ever done what he had to her. A red, burning passion pulsed in her chest, and Sheba welcomed it. She would channel such passion into a burning rage, a rage that would reduce such scum to cinders. Yet such emotion was dangerous. It sapped her energy, toyed with her carefully laid schemes. It whispered in her ear that he was hers, hers the way that Ramaskith had been, a new lover come from the east. Sheba hated him for making her feel. She hated him for it. But at the same time, she loved him with a fierce, twisted love that would not go away no matter how hard she willed it. She would make him hers. He had to be hers. The grey mare nodded decisively, and set out at a steady canter. She did not bother to plan where she was going, for it did not matter. She would run until her body teetered on the brink of exhaustion, until her system would only have enough energy to support one life. And that life would be her own.
VICI
Vici looked up at the sound of the approaching horse. When he saw Scath standing above him, he did not know whether or not to be surprised. His mother, he noted thankfully, was nowhere in sight. For a moment, the expression on his teacher’s face frightened him. It was wild, angry…murderous. He had grown to trust the warrior, but…had it been a deadly mistake? Vici stiffened, and the field mice scampered off. Eyes wide, he stared up at Scath. He wouldn’t…would he? Quickly, he decided that no, it must be a test. He tensed his small muscles, remembering the training Scath had taught him. He would not be caught off guard. To his surprise, the stag made no further move toward him except to lower his head and blow wearily into Vici’s forelock, the feature that Sheba had sworn would hide his paternity as soon as it grew long enough to cover the star. Without thinking, the tiny pink muzzle rose to meet the dark one. Despite all odds, Scath was safe to him. ”Where have you been?” he asked, figuring he would try his luck with the teacher, since Scath at least gave him honest answers when he did choose to reply. He scrambled to his feet and waited quietly for a response.
--behind the post--
oooh, so she does love him. why do you do this to yourself, Sheba? xD
[/size]The grey mare’s pace slowed, and her frantic hoofbeats ceased. She was away from the scum who dared taint her with himself, and now she must decide what to do with the possibility of her carrying his foal. Did he place any value on it? If so, it might prove useful. But if not…somehow, she felt that a stag such as himself would not care. Yes, best to be rid of it now, before it was too late. Though, she thought, if she had to, she’d kill the thing at birth. She almost would rather die than see him gloat over having sired a foal by her, the untamable. Why had she ever thought that this would be a good idea? Part of her brain wandered back to before, to his musky scent and strong, cold voice. Something about him wouldn’t let her go. She had to conquer this one. He was so cold, so scarred, so…removed. One of the few that didn’t care about her—she’d make him care! She’d twist his heart away from him and then hurt him so badly that he’d rue the day he’d ever done what he had to her. A red, burning passion pulsed in her chest, and Sheba welcomed it. She would channel such passion into a burning rage, a rage that would reduce such scum to cinders. Yet such emotion was dangerous. It sapped her energy, toyed with her carefully laid schemes. It whispered in her ear that he was hers, hers the way that Ramaskith had been, a new lover come from the east. Sheba hated him for making her feel. She hated him for it. But at the same time, she loved him with a fierce, twisted love that would not go away no matter how hard she willed it. She would make him hers. He had to be hers. The grey mare nodded decisively, and set out at a steady canter. She did not bother to plan where she was going, for it did not matter. She would run until her body teetered on the brink of exhaustion, until her system would only have enough energy to support one life. And that life would be her own.
VICI
Vici looked up at the sound of the approaching horse. When he saw Scath standing above him, he did not know whether or not to be surprised. His mother, he noted thankfully, was nowhere in sight. For a moment, the expression on his teacher’s face frightened him. It was wild, angry…murderous. He had grown to trust the warrior, but…had it been a deadly mistake? Vici stiffened, and the field mice scampered off. Eyes wide, he stared up at Scath. He wouldn’t…would he? Quickly, he decided that no, it must be a test. He tensed his small muscles, remembering the training Scath had taught him. He would not be caught off guard. To his surprise, the stag made no further move toward him except to lower his head and blow wearily into Vici’s forelock, the feature that Sheba had sworn would hide his paternity as soon as it grew long enough to cover the star. Without thinking, the tiny pink muzzle rose to meet the dark one. Despite all odds, Scath was safe to him. ”Where have you been?” he asked, figuring he would try his luck with the teacher, since Scath at least gave him honest answers when he did choose to reply. He scrambled to his feet and waited quietly for a response.
--behind the post--
oooh, so she does love him. why do you do this to yourself, Sheba? xD
