&&in the wake of j o y

[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Brutes elegant cran was rested upon the fae's cage as he lied beside her. At her words his dial was bobbed significantly. She supported him. And was a true nuetral as himself. Able to hate, able to love.

I know that i shall rule an empire feared by all.

His thoughts turned to her second lyricals. He nudged her softly. He would love to have a foal with such a maiden.

That would be great m'lady. Whenever you are ready.

Stags maw was moved to her nape, nibbling softly upon her tresses.

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She questioned for she longed to mother a darling coltine or flicka of her own. The love that was shared between a pair endured great advancement aswell when parenting, which she hoped to gain with having a youngen. Overall, it was a thought that she dreamed to actually live through.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Stags eyes flickered with happiness.
The cocoa pools depening with affection for the fae.
A soft grunt was let out as he brought his apendages under him. Lifting him from the emerald loam.
He waited for her to rise before he moved of to the lands of love.

||Crap post...sorry||

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Red knights movements were soft around the fae, his maw touching her rump as she rose beside him. He watches as she galloped off. His own movment was a lope. Following her softly. His pistons shooting out, his gate rocking and soft. He too was excited to sire a foal by Nevaeh. Names began to run through his head. Something he had not thought of yet. His dial was shook as he exited the terra behind the fae, hoping she would be smart as she entered the grounds without him. At the border of his terra he stopped once more, turning to check on all of his mares by sight. Once all were cleared, his dial dropped softly, and he picked up a lope to head towards the Lovers Cove.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Crimson pelted sire followed the fae back. He too was exhausted, but in much less pain then the wee fae. A soft noise was made as he came beside her. Mug placed upon her back, upper velvet rubbing softly against her withers. His security was growing. He hoped to bring some more mares soon. Mares that were slightly darker neutrals, for that was where his herd was headed with both Moniet and Nevaeh. Cacket he knew was not so dark. But he was his first, so that was understandable.

So, thinking of names yet? Colts and fillies? What do you want?

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Stags red coat seemingly glowed in the setting balls rays. At the coming darkness he nickered, nudging the fae forward. A large oak stood before a dark cave. Open, shallow. It was one of the many caves that were upon the mountain. His whipcord swiped at his hocks, ridding them of a sudden unbearable itch. Ceasing his movement, he waited for the fae to follow him. He wished for her to be under shelter at night. For she needed good rest in the time the foal was attempting its growth. Larynx rumbled loudly, whinny rocketing from his maw unto the fae.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Stag stood upon the hilltop, checking to make sure the others were fine. Auduals received her nicker, and once assured that all were okay, he returned to her side. His piston mid joints buckled, bringing him down beside her. Returning to the earlier conversation he nudged her softly upon the maw.

Well, do you wish for a colten or a flicka?

He was excited at the thought of the foals being born, because at his age, he should have sired many. But his first born would be this upcoming season. 'Twas disappointing really, for him and his queen would be preparing to settle down. Their heir, and his queen preparing to take over. And yet Chairo hadn't even chosen a queen, much less bore an heir. But life was as such, and he was happy. He would just be older than the rest of the sires around.

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It was true, coltens would fit in more so than a flicka but she didn't mind really. She mainly hoped Chairo would accept of their foal whether flicka or colten. She could always be assured that he would, though.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Stag accepted the extra pressure upon his board. A soft noise was made deep within his jugular. Pools were fixed out the cave, watching carefully about the herd. He did not have to be constantly alert, but he wished to be. He cared for them all very much.

Her lyrics were good to here. For him, it did not matter, for coltens did not matter until an heir was needed. Nevaeh was in the running for queenship for sure, but no decisions had been made by Chairo.

M'dear, I do not care. Flickas and Coltens are both fun creatures. Any names that you like especially?

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Glazed over pools settled upon the pools of the fae. Pondering the fae's in the herd beside her, a smile floated upon his kissers. Moniet, Promise and Cacket. Cacket would probably never be fit for a queen, just because she was too light. But everyone else had the strength and leadership to prevail in the runnings. Only time would tell. The maiden seemed to ponder, her gray matter churning inside her attic.

Madrija for a flicka. He pondered upon her syllables. 'twas a nice name. His own gray matter began to ponder his previous question to the fae.

I like Madrija. For a colten I like the name Elijah, and also Samurai. But Samurai is my favorite. A desert warrior.