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Post by Arrow on Aug 8, 2011 18:20:03 GMT -5
 Five years. Five years since Xavier had been crowned king of Finibus. Surprisingly, it had been eight years since the death of his father, Paz. His father had utterly disgraced the land, it blemished the royal name and made it a vile stain. How the horses of Finibus still held respect for the royal family—if they even did—the cold-blood stallion wasn't quite sure. His suicide had been out of complete weakness, embarrassment. His shame racked his every being, straight to the bone, and being weak in mindset he could simply not take it. When his father had slung himself off of Nine Mile Cliffs, the whole region had been surprised. Everyone, except Xavier. He knew the little, timid man his sire was behind all that muscle and obsidian fur. He was not a man to be king, he was not a man at all.
Xavier had always been quiet and obedient, eager to please. His silent and stoic nature caused many to be wary and unsure of him, but his diplomatic disposition and logical thinking made him the obvious choice for king. The draft stallion had been tentative at first as to taking such a high position, especially after the scandal his dad had created—but alas, he really had not much of a choice. With honor and pride, he accepted his position, and tied to reclaim his family name.
His true turmoil had came with selecting his queen, the beautiful Lakota. Her beauty was so unique, her frame so delicate and graceful. That hot-blood mare had him all worked up, and she filled his mind day and night. Her sassy personality, the way she looked when she was mad, how she stood—quiet, and dignified—at his side. Yet, he couldn't muster the courage to utter a single word to her other than the occasional greetings. Him, the fucking king of Finibus, was too shy to talk to his queen, his own queen! He didn't know what he was thinking when he chose her. She wasn't the type to be controlled, to be ordered. She was a wild flame and her radiant red mane and tail that whipped around her torso like a flame displayed that. She was proud, intelligent, and down right cruel at times. She didn't kiss his ass because he was king, hell, he didn't even think she was scared of him.
Standing calmly in Grandis Valley, the shadow of Nullam Mountain resting on his back, Xavier tried to sort through his clouded mind. It was so hard sleeping with her in such close quarters every night, her warm body only feet away from his. He could practically feel the heat radiating off of her. All he wanted was to reach out to her, put his head on her withers, tell her how much she meant to him. He just couldn't. So, instead, he hunkered in the corner of the cavern, against the cold, damp wall, his dreams filled with nothing but the fire that was for his love, Lakota.
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ooc: LOL super cheesy at the end, but he wants her bad! <3 lolol i love angst and drama. i can't wait for this plot. =]
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Post by Morbid Soul on Aug 9, 2011 20:44:21 GMT -5
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What a beautiful cloudy day, Lakota thought as she strolled through the land known as Grandis Valley. Today was particularly windy, she noticed as the wind tugged her red mane and tail back and forth. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes, and relaxing her muscles. Spring happened to be her favorite season, and her mood was often more more wild and rebellious during this time. She suddenly reared, letting out a high-pitched whinny that sent birds flying. She pawed the ground with her hoof, tossing her head back and forth. How free she felt!
Lakota was just taking another breath of fresh air when the wind blew a familiar scent her way. Xavier? She stopped moving, her head turning toward the direction the smell came from. Did he happen to be here as well? The white mare snorted and shook out her mane, lifting her chin as she began to trot proudly toward his direction. She was his queen! There was no reason she couldn't spend some time with him. After all, he always seemed to be ignoring her. This was the perfect time to confront him.
The hotblooded mare continued walking until his scent grew so strong that it was like he was standing right next to her. She turned her head, spotting him standing in the tall grass a little ways away. She cocked her head, a grin on her lips. She crept closer to him, silent as a ghost, and let out a loud squeal to get his attention while rearing on her back legs dramatically.
"Hiding from me again, my dear?" She said, her voice like silk.
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Post by Arrow on Aug 10, 2011 11:33:36 GMT -5
Her scent. It filled his nostrils and consumed him, rocking his body into a state of almost sheer panic. His eyes widened, his throat clenched, and his haunches prepared to bolt. He couldn't take her presence right now, he was far too emotionally weak and unprepared. Staggering, he looked about, trying to find some route of escape. Nobilis Tavern was a good mile away, and already hearing her light, airy hoof-steps, there was no way he could be out of eye-sight fast enough to avoid her. Calming his breath, he tried to think logically. Thinking logically was what he was known for, it was the main reason he had been crowned. He clenched his eyes tight, his mind working to the point of exhaustion. Think, Xavier. Think. Just act like you always do. Greet her, ask about her day, and just leave. Say you have... uh, kingly duties to attend to. Yes, kingly duties. Tell her she's a mare and she wouldn't underst— A high-pitched whinny startled him out of his intense thought process, causing him to jump, a loud snort reverberating through his nostrils. Flabbergasted, his eyes wild and wide, stared down upon the streamlined vixen who happened to be smiling coyly and quite pleased with herself. His jaw agape, his ears perked forward to register her soft, cooing voice, his heart melting right inside of his chest. She called him dear. I'm going to die.
"I, uh—" he had absolutely nothing to say, for she had said the absolutely truth. Shrugging, he squinted his eyes and looked away, looking at anything but her face. Oh, how he wanted to speak to her, to tell her the feelings he had kept consumed for the past few years. His love for her burned hotter than the embers of her mane, flicking at his innards and destroying him from the inside out. He wanted so desperately just to part his lips, lean forward, and nibbling lovingly on her neck, race across the meadow with her, romp in the tall grass, and snuggle with her at night. He wanted to gaze proudly at their foal that would eventually be king one day, feeling proud of his queen who had produced such a fine specimen. He wanted to cease all the questions he had been asked as to why he and his fine partner had not created any heirs, yet, but instead he was a coward. A bigger coward than his father.
His jade gaze found itself lost in her silver one, and a slow smiled spread across his mug. Despite his anxiety, his anger, and his fear, he was happy to see her. That was just it, she made him so damn happy. "I was just about to go for a run," he finally replied, his rampant mind finally calming. That was a good excuse, a run. All that testosterone had to be put to use, didn't it? A run was a perfect way to vent it all. He hated lying to her, ignoring her, and casting her away, but it was what had to be done. Besides, she would never love him anyway. She was only his queen out of obligation. It wasn't that he wasn't a handsome steed, for her surely was, but his precious Lakota wasn't the type to be bound to someone else. And just as she couldn't be bound, his heart just couldn't be broken.
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ooc: ♥ -sighs-
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Post by Morbid Soul on Aug 11, 2011 10:56:09 GMT -5
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Though she wouldn't say it out loud, Lakota loved watching Xavier squirm. It served him right, anyway. He was the one who kept ignoring her, pushing her away! Why did he choose her as his queen, then? Was she just something to brag about, like a prize? They didn't even have a foal yet. Lakota longed for a foal, a sweet child to raise. She already had a list of name in her head in case she ever did have a child. Her two favorite names were Roman and Azra. Shaking out of her daydream, she turned her attention back to the stallion in front of her.
He was gorgeous, to say the least. He was the complete opposite of her. He was calm and collected, while she was wild and free. She often wondered what made him choose her as his queen. It certainly wasn't her personality, for she was as reckless and hotheaded as a young bull. She sighed, shaking her long red mane. Why did he have to be so complicated?
"A run, eh?" Lakota said, trotting in circles around him while flicking her tail over his rump. "Then let's run, my king." She grinned and stopped in front of him, looking him in the eye. Then she reared, throwing her head back and letting out another whinny before turning and racing away.
"Bet you can't catch me!"
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ooc lolol. <333
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Post by Arrow on Aug 16, 2011 11:10:02 GMT -5
Love was a poison, not a blessing. It ate away its host from the inside out. God, it was torturous, yet there was nothing we would trade in the world compared to looking into Lakota's eyes. He began to relax, his blood beginning to flow naturally once more. His ears lolled lazily backwards, his tail swishing happily at his rump. Life was so much more wonderful with her around, next to him, touching him, sharing his air. It was such an alluring though to know he was breathing the same air she was. His thoughts were jolted when she challenged his statement, and flicking him on the tail she reared, galloping off in the opposite direction, daring him to follow. At first, he was frozen in place, his tongue knotted and his throat a solid brick. Then, something came over him, and he charged forward, his long legs connecting swiftly with the earth, his large frame propelling forward. Nearing her white rump, he planted a sharp nip on her right flank, slapping her with his thick, two-toned tail in return. Then just as quickly, he veered right, dust billowing in his path.
"Tag, you're it!"
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