Fajar trotted into the abandoned ruins. The hot lava reflected it's heat all over the lare. Fajar looked back to see if Emera followed, and whinnied for her to come in. He walked to the edge and looked at the burning lake of lava. It churned and bubbled and burnt Fajar's delicate crania. He loved the feel of hot lava on his face. It soothed him, reminded him of Hell, a place he was destined to go. If he would battle another stallion, he'd come here to fight, and push them over the edge into the scorching lake. He smiled evilly as he could picture pushing his own father down. He hated his father, nearly killed him when he was three years old. He turned back to see if Emera has come yet and wited patiently.
Fajer smirked as she turn and ran, and chased after her. He whinnied joyfully and kicked his hind legs out in joy. He whinnied a laughter and stopped in front of Emera. He nuzzled her and wondered if she was in heat.
Post by Emera - Daughter of the Night on Jul 3, 2006 18:21:28 GMT -5
She was enjoying the attention Fajer was lavishing upon her. She smiled seductively and nuzzled his silken cheek with hers. She rubbed her body against his flicking her tail in the air. She was coming into heat but not yet. She had never been bred due to her father's protection and she liked the idea of having Fajer's foal. She smiled shyly at him and said, " Soon " She nipped his neck lightly and ran again leaping over a fallen pillar. She stopped to see if Fajer would follow and nickered to him.
He smirked and followed her, leaping over the broken pillar, and landing in broken rubble. He ran around her in a circle, his eyes never leaving her body, His ebon coat glistened with sweat drops from the burning heat waves. He stood near her and watched out for predators. His black forelocks covered his big, black eyes from the sparks of the lake.
Post by Emera - Daughter of the Night on Jul 3, 2006 18:35:04 GMT -5
Emera sighed with contentment. She no longer felt vulnerable like she had after she ran from Flame. She remembered the pain she had felt when her mother had told her to go with him and do what she wished. Her mother not giving her a second glance. Her father's eyes boared into hers as she remembered him telling her to escape if she could. He was lethal enemies with Flame and he told her he would return for her but she knew he wouldn't.
She snapped back to reality jumping as if she had been scared by something. She scooted closer to Fajer and began to groom his silky mane. His ever protecting presence made her feel safe again.
What's the matter? He asked her, his voice echoed with worry.
The crackling of branches snapping the the lava echoed through the ears of the evil ebon colt. His mane was now even silkier after Emera has groomed it, even though it was only little. He watched her and waitied for a reply.
Post by Emera - Daughter of the Night on Jul 3, 2006 22:42:21 GMT -5
She looked at him with sad eyes and said, " the mare we encountered brought back bad memories is all." No need to worry but you should know the past haunts me where ever I go. Things tend to happen while I'm around.
she nickered her reassurance. She used to care for no one but herself but she felt a closeness to this stallion like he shared her fears and eased them at the same time. She didn't know what else to say so she continued grooming the last of his mane and started on his withers.
She waited for his reply all the while listening to his breathing and the bubbling fumes below as the lava gurgled around them.
My father, he was so abusive to me, never gave a care for me. My mother was not better. She told me when I was young that I was just an accident and I wasn't meant to be here. Everytime someone walks out on me, my mother flashes through my mind, that's why I'm so impatient, I just want an answer and then I bring back the torture memories of my past. I never nursed from my mom, I nursed from a sitter mare. I hated my parents, and they hated me, it was fifty-fifty. He said softly.
He breathed in the heavy scent of mare as he pushed his muzzle on her hindquarters. He couldn't wait for Emera to come into season, but he didn't want to ruin a perfectly good mate.
Post by Emera - Daughter of the Night on Jul 3, 2006 23:22:33 GMT -5
ah my parents where just the opposite of yours my father the infamous black stallion cared greatly for me. I was never alone at any time and they insisted on me to not breed until I chose the stallion not the other way. For I was the heir to his thrown. The only filly. My mother threw colts left and right and each where chased from our herd. As my father grew older so did his ego and he killed any who lay in his way including stray mares who were not to his liking. Then Flame who happened to be the stallion's colt who once ruled our herd came and they fought nearly killing my father and taking none of his mares all he wanted was me knowing it would injure my father's pride more than anything. He was still badly injured when he tried to breed me but I escaped and he was hot on my heels until I entered the desert and then he their was no sign.... he could still be stocking me now as I speak....
Her usually silky voice was full of worry and hate as she spoke. She did not hide her feelings toward Flame and she hated him and her father and mother for leaving her to him. She trembled at the thought of him trying to breed her
Post by Emera - Daughter of the Night on Jul 3, 2006 23:35:32 GMT -5
Emera sighed with his words. She felt comforted by his presence and the knowledge of his protection. Her spirits suddenly lifted as she said, " are you interested in making our herd grow? My heat has not yet come but I bet there are some roaming mares nearby in Sunrise Vally shall we go fetch them?
She flicked her tail playfully and arched her neck. She stomped her foot as a fly landed on it making sparks on the stone floor.
OOC: I got bored so I added this
IC: "Or we could extend our territory there was much empty space as I traveled here", she nickered. She wanted nothing other than to satisfy her protector. She yearned to do whatever it took to please him even if it meant sacrificing herself. She had fallen into the black hole of love and yet she didn't know if Fajer was capable of feeling the same for her. She was actually surprised that she could love knowing how selfish she was. She wondered if he felt for her the same as she did for him. She did not feel like it was time to reveal this to him and it could possibly be dangerous knowledge he could use to twist her to what ever he wished her to do so she kept this to herself and waited. In the next few days she would come into season and mate with Fajer unless some unsuspecting Evil decided to rip what security she had away.
Bringing her mind back to Flame. The red stallion was just as tall and large as Fajer he did not have his refined head and his muscles where not as toned and he sure didn't have his spirit. She wondered if he was in the desert now searching for her. She knew he would never give up until he was dead or his spirit and pride had been broken. She wished for him to be dead. She hated him with all she could muster and smiled to herself as she imagined Fajer knocking him into the lava. She knew if he came for her death would be the only thing that he would receive.