Weanling
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Post by faeriiefox on Dec 3, 2023 15:21:10 GMT -7
CHRYSANTHEMUM
The calm surface of the lake had always seemed so beautiful to her, like a mirror she could spend days contemplating life in, and all it entailed. What had she been doing these last few months since discovering that she did indeed have a father? Not much, he, just like her mother, had seemed disappointed in her. Not that that wasn't something she weren't already used to, there hadn't been a day in her life where her mother hadn't pointed out just how wrong she was in every word of the sense. Wrong compared to her, and apparently wrong compared to her father. He was apparently dark and cruel, expecting the same of his offspring. And here Chrysanthemum was, the exact opposite.
Watching the lake surface, she decided to start walking once more, traveling along it's edge. Was she looking for her father? Not really, but she wouldn't mind bumping into him again, she was always curious about who he was and why he had decided to come looking for her after so many years. She had never known him as a filly, so she couldn't help but feel curious about him now, especially when she had started to hear the rumours about him. Snickering a little for herself, she shook her mane a little before putting her eyes forward, feeling the gently falling snow on her velvet muzzle. Winter had come, and albeit the lake wasn't completely frozen over yet, it had begun to, leaving just the middle of it a deep mirror, reflecting the mountains and sky, and the sun, which had temporarily decided to show its face despite the clouds above that fell its snow. Letting her tail swish ove rher hocks, she watched how the snow parted from her steps, at least where she didn't step in someone elses' steps. This was a well visited place after all, both by mares and their offspring, but also by others trying to either clear their mind or just watch the beautiful scenery. She had been here for both, and to see what herbs had so far survived underneath the blanket of snow. She had yet any young of her own to bring here.
tag; Othello / Fallen timeline; early winter, a few months since they met for the first time
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Dark Royal
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Post by Fallen on Jan 17, 2024 15:09:14 GMT -7
[smear:#110000]OTHELLO [/smear:#310505:1] Nature is cruel, and so I am merely made in its perfect, cruel, image.
"SPEECH"
The massive beast was a sight to behold. He stood at 20 hands, his stature broad and square, his build like that of a heavy Andalusian. His tri colored frame glistened like diamonds as he walked along now, ruby droplets staining his normally pristine face and chest. The heathen had killed a buck not to long ago, leaving its remains out in some clearing. Othello yawned loudly, stretching his handsome, chiseled jaws. Violet and ice blue orbs looked about the land he stood in now though. He had been here before, awhile ago once more following the never ending legacy of his father, Selven. Though Othello had been here for a few months, he had yet to seek out the elder... Something else had his attention right now.
As the towering beast glided forward into the land of the lake, he could feel and hear the presence of Blackfire at his hocks. The rather large she-wolf was never to far from her master, and remnants of gore also stuck to her soft, obsidian fur. Othello and the she-wolf had ran into a quite... odd... specimen. A few years ago he had a moment with a mare that he thought could carry his bloodline, and give him a worthy son. However, she failed in this endeavor and birthed some unappealing girl. Her eyes glistened like diamonds and her smile would have been infectious if he cared enough. Othello was disgusted by the cheery babe and so had left the mother and child. Blackfire though, seemed to tolerate the being and so Othello entertained the predator by occasionally tracking down the mystery girl... and it so seemed that today Blackfire would lead him straight to her once again.
The predatory pair came to the edge of the lake now, its waters not frozen completely. The large stallion dipped his skull easily to the water and drank. The ice cold hitting the bottom of his hot belly like stones but he did not mind the discomfort. Blackfire did the same, both animals mildly parched from their earlier hunt. Othello lifted his visage then as he splashed some of the cold water along his chest, and began to clean himself. He was never afraid of someone attacking him from behind. He had yet to meet anyone stupid enough to do so.
As the tri colored stallion continued to groom himself, the crunching of snow was heard. Othello merely paused his actions, his sparkling dual colored eyes glancing over his shoulder as Blackfire turned completely. Her pearly fangs slowly shown as her lips curled in a small snarl. However, the large she wolf's expression quickly changed to one of neutrality, and her thick furry tail began to sway lightly at the tip. Othello let his tongue slip along his chest one last time before his gaze fully fixed on the small frame of the mare. His own face deepened into an annoyed looking scowl before he exhaled deeply through his nares. A single, harsh word leaving under his clouded breath;
"Insufferable."
words: 506 tagged: faeriiefox muse: moderateTimeline: Winter by ♛befera
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Weanling
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Post by faeriiefox on Jan 24, 2024 13:30:02 GMT -7
CHRYSANTHEMUM
What the colourful, cheery mare had never expected, was to find a very special pair of people in this very place. A pair that most would say did not belong here in this serene looking space, but here they were, and she was happy for it. Seeing the large equine that was her father, and the wolf that always followed him around, the filly smiled brightly and walked up to them, going to the wolf first, as she saw her wag her tail. She liked the predator quite a bit, so she nuzzled her fur with her velvet lips, over her nape and back, not caring that the female was bloody from whatever prey that they had chased somewhere. Such things never seemed to faze the petite flower girl, not at all. Mumbling a few "Hello Blackfire" and "How are you?"'s, she smiled a little before she raised her eyes and looked at the large brute that had looked her up a few months ago. Both him and her mother had confirmed that this was her father, and he had made it very clear that he was just as disappointed in her as her mother had been. "Hello father! Always lovely to meet you. How are you today?"Just as bright and cheery as always, not caring about his comment about her. In these few times that they had met, she had gotten used to his disappointment, just like she had with her mothers'. She walked up to stand beside him, her small fram dwarfing in comparison to him, so her golden eyes were set upwards towards him. Watching him clean off the gore and blood she still smiled sweetly and as bright as the sun. Not much could make her frown in this world, and the few times it had happened, she had been smiling again shortly after. Feeling a small breeze go over them, making the water ripple a little bit. It was cold against her chest, although the winter had just begun, the lake not yet freezing over everywhere, but she knew she'd dry off eventually. She could even roll in the snow if necessary. She was however sad that there wasn't many flowers that she could put in her fathers' mane, but she had spotted some red berries when she arrived here, still hanging on their bushes, she could always use those. tag; Othello / fleabittengray timeline;
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