&&in the wake of j o y

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Smiling warmly, she was pleased with the names the foal would be known as for they resembled their parents much so. Either way, she couldn't wait for the arrival of the foal though it may be a while.

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Gradualy the stags dark occs began to wander from the faes own. Back to the exit. He didn't worry about the other fae's, he just liked to make sure they were safe. It was a nagging feeling in his guy. I guess from the experience of his parents herd. Auduals listened carefully, and upon not hearing any distress, he returned his focus to the fae. His velveteen was placed upon the fae's stomach. Samurai or Majida. Such elegant and respectful names.

Soft noise was made, a deep agreeing noise. He waited for the fae to bring something else up, for he was at loss for words.

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She was found to be very curious with many inquires and at a loss of explanations. It came with being young and not as intellectual. Nevaeh knew he was of more knowledge for he lead a herd and was meant to have the brains of such a magnificant one at that. She didn't care of any czars age really, just cared for their personalities.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Seraphs flickered at her words. A smile coming over his features. Moniet, Promise, Cacket, they were all lovely mares. He was sure they would get along just fine. Her lyrics were easy to desipher, but not so easy to answer. Herd meetings were difficult to bring together, but once the herd hit 5 members, there would have to be one.

I don't know Nevaeh. But there shall be a herd meeting quite soon. So that you can all get to know one another.

His larynx rumbled, deep in his jugular. His occs following the movements outside of the herd members.

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She paused momentarily to peek silently out the wide entrance of the cave. Occs were feeding upon the lands in search of one maiden in particular. Once finding that she was too far off to presume into their conversation, she continued. Her vocals hushed,

How do you feel about that maiden...Cacket, I believe?

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Soft grunt was released, his thoughts running wild, his gray matter throbbing. Cacket was his first mare. So of course he cared for her, although he wasn’t like the rest. But he was sure she would be fine.

M'dear, Cacket is more light than the rest of you. But im sure she shall adjust quickly. Especially if you befriend her.

It was not quite a subtle hint, but it wasn’t obvious and out there either. Chairo figured that if he could get Nevaeh to befriend Cacket, the younger fae would quickly learn the ways of the dark neutrals. She would foal his first spawn. So it would take time for the young one to grow, and would be easier for it to adjust.

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She agreed to do so but was still unsure. I guess she just always believed that first impressions decided the fate of relationships. Maybe it was time to let loose and gain the maiden trust in order to break her into the more devious ways of a dark neutral. Nevaeh believes it is quite fun gaining power and being violent when need be. Hopefully the young banshee would think the same.

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Darkening lights kept the elder stag from keeping his lamps upon his newly formed herd. 'Twas happening so fast, for now Promise had decided to want a foal. She was a head strong one. A good attribute to the herd, but could be a problem if aloud to get out of hand. Many young ones would be galloping around quite soon. Her words were good. Yes, he had some caring for Cacket. Although she would probably never be queen. He pondered the lyrics that were to be formed in his larynx.

That is good m'dear. Very good. And our foal shall inherit it all.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Chairo was glad that the banshee was not angered at the thought of his bloodlines being spread. Although he was quite particular and he would not let any of his mares be over bred. He wanted each maiden to take full care of each of there spawn before moving onto another. He would hope they would wait until the flickas or coltens were 2 before they attempted another. But he knew sometimes that was inevitable, for more population was needed, or the fae was getting on in years. Oh yes, he had the feeling that the foal would be well nurtured and cared for by Nevaeh.

Yes, it shall not fit in well unless it has the capacity to love and care for others, and to also know that the path of the darks is the best.

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She spoke truthfully, sighing heavily. If her foal did actually turn to the lights, she would follow after and give up her position as a maiden in his herd. Nevaeh deeply hoped that he would not throw out his spawn but would respect him even if he did.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

His attic pondered upon her lyrics. What would happen upon the throwing of a light foal? Thrown out, no it would be not. He knew that. It would be allowed to live upon the Plains until the age of 3, with at which, it would be asked to leave, as any foal would be. Except for the rare few who stayed amongst the herd as the beta, or gamma herd.

M'dear, no foal shall ever be banished from this herd. All foals will be leaving upon the age of three anyways.

Reassuringly, he placed his velveteen upon her warm mug. A soft sigh was huffed out. His larynx rumbling in happiness.

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She sighed heavily as she had lost every relationship she had gained when the darks invaded and maliciously created a massacre at the spot. It was her little bit of light that peeked it's way through her soul. A smile trembled upon her chasms as her occs rested on his own as if for support but yet no sympathy. He always seemed to be able to reassure her of everything and make her happiness rise without much effort.

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[F R O S T Y [sonata]]

Darkened occs held unto the mares own, searching her depths for the worry that resided there. Larynx let out a reassuring rumble. He would not make a foal leave until it was much older. Another life? She must have had a horrible past. Although many lives had been lost in his past. He put it behind him, as something that had to have happened. Pondering upon the past is for the weak, his father used to say. Akon had been greatly admired by many, and admiration for him was something his son Chairo did not lack.

It is fine M'love, I understand completely.

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That was all she could mutter out for his kind lyrics. No other topic was giving her dream box muse and so she awaited his gullet to emit some other lyrics. It was always comforting to hear another for it reminded her that she still had something to live for in her life.

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