&&in the wake of j o y

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Red knights onyx flints were landing upon dead branches, and crackling leaves from the winter.
They would sent off loud noises.
His paperthins flared once reaching the lands he called his own.
Yes, beautiful the lands were.
His occs fell upon the maiden who he had wooed to come to his lands.

Her guzzle was dropped within the icey aquilla.
A sight to see she was. The aquilla would be warming soon like.
His apendages struck out, moving his frame from his saunter to a lively two beat.
His red frame glinted from the firey balls warm rays.
Glowing even hotter than possible it seemed.

Mug was placed upon Nevaehs.
A small nicker let out.

H E ' L L ^be your E G Y P T I A N _Pharoah

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Ranting thoughts ran through the stags mind as the fae's mug bobbed off his velvet. Pelt shook, as muscles rippled beneath. Boa was stretched out, ivorns clipping her withers lightly, ridding her of the vampiric pestulin that had settled upon her coat.

Soft grunt was admitted at her playful actions. The solar was heating his back to the extent of unpleasentry. Shade stood not far from the duo. Nudging th fae softly, his apendages struck out, bringing him forward at an energetic lope.

Ceasing movment upon the edge of the rocky surface, the waterfall raining down, not far from him. His dial turned, occuls peircing the mares own.

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She grinned widely at her former lyrics and continued with more sincere, melodious tones of vocals from her rib cage.

But anyways, what would you like to do as of now, M'lord Chairo?

She inquired curiously for she could sense an on growing anxiety of boredom revolting in her dream box for she didn't stand much calmness at all times but enjoyed action.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Red hued frame's movement stayed untouched. As his occules peered upon the fae in amusement. Her antics were much like his own, when the vampire had attempted to suck his own crimson liquid back upon the claiming grounds.

She preceded to prance her way up to him. Her pools alight with happiness. His own were quite content as well. Her first strand of lyricals drew his attention. A sheepish look overcame his features.

M'dear, that was the least of my intentions.

His listeners were reported again at her next lyrics.

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She was indeed not terribly scared at his approach but just startled thats all. Once again it came with roaming the vacant terrains with no company. You always had to watch your back for malicious predators that put your life at maximum stake. So, she had to be in an informed stance of security at all times.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Arched boa was lowered, tearing at the loams flesh viciously. His jowls crunching the strands into a much that would easily slip between his passageways, landing contently into his digester. Listeners were alerted slightly, but not to the point of danger. Haunch tresses were flipped upon hide as a soft ich appeared.

Hind hock was lifted, flint tipping forward, resting softly upon indented loam. Her lyrics brought him comfort. He knew she seemed content. For he was as well.

His mind began to wander. To the many seasons to come. Next year cacket's foal would be wandering around. Would there be more?

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Arched framework stood alert as the fae grazed. He was one who kept out constant alert for dangers. The fae seemed well relaxed. He knew that one day, she would mother a fine foal for them.

As her dial was raised, he lowered himself to the ground, grunting softly. His limbs ached, for he had not lien down since he had welcomed to Golden Plains.

||wow, sorry. suck||

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Yes she was a bit blunt and out there when it comes to questioning but she enjoyed being informed on certain things. That was just one of them. Plus, this would give her a clue as to if he was experienced and willing to do so. A warm gaze was given full attention to him as she awaited his reply.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

The stags attention was upon his lands.
Surveying.
Watching.
Making sure all was safe for the other fae's roaming around.
Eyes were returned to Nev as her legs buckled underneath her.


A grunt of worry was let out.
He was immediately at her side.
His muzzle lowered, making sure she was ok.
At her question he relaxed.
Lowering himself beside her.


No m'lady, i have no sired any foals.
I have one fae expecting, so far, next season.


He hoped that she would like a foal.
For he thought they would have a lovely intelligent foal.

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She reassured him. Their warmth trickered enclosurement between the two. Peaks swiveled and lay to hear his lyrics aloud. They did not alert or trigger any mixed messages but lowered her hopes of mothering a foal of her own that was sired by the magnificant hellion beside her canvas.

You must be excited.

Was all that she could mutter out of her exhausted rib cage. She wandered the dam of this newly attributed foal, but didn't care much at all for she could easily access a friendship with this maiden. Unless of course the other belle was overprotective of her youngen and banished Nevaeh from ever coming in contact with herself, her foal, or maybe even Chairo. What a miserable thought.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Stags auduals flickered softly.
He sensed the disapointment in her voice, wondering why.
Banishing those thoughts from his mind he thought of his goals.
His tender look turned to Nevaeh.


I think that we will be the most feared and well known herd in all of the lands.
Do you not?


His dark side was shown in his goals.
He had almost decided on who would be his ruler.
The fae that stood by his side.
But had decided to wait until more fae's arrived upon the lands.


Now m'dear.
Would you like a foal of your own?


He was almost sure of the answer. His audules were alerting. Waiting for the answer to both of his questions.

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She could easily access his oncoming reply to this as it was obvious they were a powerful empire in the making. No dout in her widely-spanned mind that would change her thoughts and knowledge on such a thing. This value was the connection that separated the pair from all other doves and czars. They were able to predict eachother's feelings and thoughts.

The next set of lyrics were along the topic of earlier discussion and so she resumed on it. A bit surprised at first, she had decided that it be the best idea to advance the herd with more power and threat.

You must've read my mind, just like all those other scenarios. But I believe that over the majority of czars that roam these lands, you would be nominated as the best to sire a foal, my foal.

She concluded as she adored his affection and kind nature. But she was always up for his slightly dark side as well. It was true that he was the chosen one to do so.

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