Black Rose x Soul

[Hazel]

<sup>Name:Soul
Age: 7 Years
Breed: Shire x Thoroughbred
Height: 18 hh
Sex: Stallion

Tail swinging happily, the patchwork stag made his way into the breeding grounds at a fast two beat. His face lifted, nostrils flared as a snort was emitted, his hind quatres quicking in delight. Soon, he would have a foal, a son or daughter of his very own. He came to a hault, his face turning to the north, from where he had come, waiting for his beloved. He arched his crown, heightened his posture, all to look more presentable for her beautiful frame once she arrived.</sup>

[Meg]

<sub><sup>.+.Name: Black Rose
Age: 8
Breed: Shire
Height: 18 hh to the point
Sex: Femme
Physical Characteristics: She has a rich red Roan color, deep red with white hairs spread through out her bodice, her rump is snowy white. No markings on her face. Deep brown orbs with a ring of white when she is angered..+.
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She cantered lightly into the breeding grounds. Her dial was tucked into her chest, and her long creamy tassels dancing in the wind behind her. She was a proud mare, always had been always will be.

With a soft nicker she approached her love. His black and white patches against her dark/ snowy red roan hide. Her thick muscular boa wrapped around his in greating. Flipping her long banner over her rump, her scent released into the air.

She pranced around him, her dial low, her talons picking up in quick snaps. She was beautiful, she knew it as her smokey tassels danced on her boa. Flinging her hind hocks back, she bucked playfully and few times before swishing her banner in his face.</sup></sub>[/color]

[Hazel]

<sup>He smiled and watched her prance about him, her tassles lifted to allow the scent to echo through the winds, flowing into the stags open nassles. He breathed deeply, the urge to breed high now, he resisted, and controled his body. Standing still, he waited for her to slow.

"Shall I do the deep, m'love?"

At that moment, as the words arose from his vocals he felt the great surge of love emitting from his chest. Though trained as a killer, Soul had a soft spot, for the one and only Black Rose. He grinned and nuzzled her rump fondly.</sup>

[Meg]

<sup><sub>She, a mare born to kill, to hate, and to destroy, had also a soft spot for her one and only, Soul. With a grunt at the affection he showed, she touched him in return, nuzzling at the base of his boa with her soft plush. She breathed through his tassels, loving him. His words echoed in her auds, which she flicked in wonderment. There was still a question in her mind, how could he, and herself, love each other so much through all they had been through?

Love was all they needed. She smiled and stood still, her large, muscular bodice standing ready. She nuzzled him still, whispering back, "Yes." To his question. It was at the heat of the moment now. She whinnied in urgency, she needed him, now!</sub></sup>[/sub][/color]
((NO MUSE!!))

[Hazel]

<sup>He nodded and, without further questions, she rounded her broad bodice and nudged her rump gently. His legs shivered with delight, with just a hint of nerves, and he reared, thrusting himself upon her bodice. He entered her gently, not wanting to cause pain to her. Gripping her sides with his feathered talons, her leaned forwards to balance and began to mate.

His seed entered and her slipped off her red roan bodice. Her lipped at her rump, walking back round towards her tender face. He smiled and whinnied gently. "It is done m'love."</sup>

[Meg]

She was slightly damp, from sweat, and she shook from after the mating, but it was done now. Her orbs were glazed with love for him as she lipped gently at his long tassels that swept over her face. She nickered softly, lovingly as she leaned on his strong bodice for a moment, her breathing slightly heavy. She trembled from head to foot. Maybe she was too old to be off mating?

She hoped not, she hoped that her and Soul's babe would be as beautiful as she and he was. Maybe it wouldn't make as many mistakes as they had, she hoped not. She wanted her babe to have a full life, full of love from both of his or her parnets. Secertly she hoped she conseved a male, but it wasn't her choosing, it was the Mother's choice.

Ah, yes. Now she remembered. Last time she had bred, she had done the same thing, right after she killed the stag that had raped her. Now, this was her lover, and she may not be fearful in her mind, but subcontiously, she was panicking.

With a sigh, she shook herself. Nickering softly to him, she nuzzled the base of his boa, his tassels tickling her nares until she sneezed slightly.

Giggleing, she spoke.

"What now, M'Love?"

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[Hazel]

<sup>He smiled down at her, she seemed troubled, and he wanted nothing more than to comfort her. His kissers parted, but before he could think of words, she spoke. Her laugh made her look young again, snd he joined the merriment.

He hadnt had much of a childhood, his whole life had been a lie until his first birthday. His 'father' wasnt who Soul had though he was. Sylver was a traitor. His life, since a year old, had been of hate and revenge. Now seven, the old stag was full of only regret. He had ruined not only his brothers life, but his nephews. Did Tequilla truly deserve to die? And what about his brothers youngest, Flame? Forced to bear the wight of alpha from just a year, as Soul himself had to control so much rage. Life was cruel, it was hard. But his own broad would be good, he would make sure of that.

Tequilla had ment alot to the old stallion, and now he was gone, slaughtered by his own father as he raced to save his family, Souls eyes had been opened. He and Rose were one, but not as they used to be, united by hate, by Denizen and the outlaws. No, they were united by love.

And what now? What would they do? He knew what he wished dearly to do, gain forgivness from his former enemies. Spirit may be gone, but Flame was still around. But who could return to the place where so much evil had happened, and by themselves? No, Soul wasnt that strong, he would fall with the wight of it all. He turned to his lover and managed a faint smile.

"We find a home."

He answered.</sup>

[Meg]

Looking back, deep into his orbs, she smiled. There was something behind them, something that told her that he truely wanted nothing more then to make up to the mistakes in his past, and something else told her that he wanted to make her happy. That made her feel warm and fuzzy, like the little babe she once was. She could remember it now, clear as day.

Her little legs were splayed out before her, and she was staring down at her nose in wonderment. She was almost cross eyed at staring at that damn butterfly on her nose. It tickled her as it turned around, and she sneezed softly. Giggling, she had stood gently and walked to her father. She had always wanted to please him, but he was always made at her. Her mother had told her that he wanted a boy. Not a girl, and he didn't want her. But Rose always tried to make him love her for her.

Now she walked to him, with a yellow butterfly on her nose, giggling with her girlishness. Reaching his flank, she nickered softly. Upon her approach, he had thundered around, and seeing her innocence, and pureness as he gazed down at his daughter with a butterfly on her nose, he acted out. Pushing it off her nose, he reared and brought his talons down upon the beautiful thing. Once he lifted his talon, he made Rose look upon the crushed beauty.

"That is you, beautiful and innocent. Soon to be smashed down like that bug. You must learn some hate and brutality." He told, then he taught her everything she could know.

Rose shook her dial, erasing the long time ago memory. The only good memory she had before Soul came. Sighing softly, still on the effect of her day dream, she looked deep into his orbs.

"Okay, m'love. But is there anything you want to do first?"

Why did she ask this? Maybe there was something he wanted to get off his mind before he went stomping off around looking for a home for themselves. They were like gypsys..

[Hazel]

<sup>Though he knew she couldn't, it felt as if she had read his mind. He wasn't embarrassed at his feelings to wards the shores, or of what he wished to do, but he couldn't help feeling a little ashamed for thinking of going back there. It would cause too much pain, he told himself, head low and eyes glazed over.

Her kissers parted and her voice arose about him, but her lyrics weren't those he expected to hear. Twisting his serpentine, he threw a questioning look, but remembered his feelings of her understanding, that she knew and wanted to please him. That thought made him even more down. She didn't have to fight to please his affections, she had them for being who she was, but nevertheless, she did understand, and Soul knew she would come with him.

Arching his cranium high above his shoulders, his gaze slipped over the plains. It was empty. There would be few foals this season. Last year there had been none in the realm, and the years before, Spirit had died and his mares were in mourning. The year before had been plentiful in terms of life, many foals born under the proud ebon stag, many others became his child's future friends, and future enemies. He sighed. Three years had passed since there had been foals upon the lands, three years the lands were ripe with the aging and full of misery and death. But now, with the rising of foals nigh, it would all change. Foals would replenish the lands for the future, and Soul would finally have made a difference.....

He knew he had to right his wrongs. The four years old stag had seen too much death before him, and little life. Perhaps, this year, Souls nephew would become a father, life shining into the world of darkness. But there was only one way to find out. He had to go the the Sandy Shores.

He turned to the red roan mares, eyes dazed and unblinking, staring into her bright optics, his vision slightly blurred with the prospect of the meeting. It would be sad, maybe bloody, but Soul had made the same journey over his lifetime, now he had to change direction, and start upon the pathway of light and righteousness.

"Rose. I wish to return to the shores. Not to live, but to apologize to those mares and that colt i had wronged during the rein of my father."

His voice was gruff, uncertain that she would accompany him, yet he knew, if she said no, that he would go anyway. Once made up, there was no changing the old stags mind.</sup>

[Meggymoo]

((Go ahead and make a post at the shorse..I have no muse..Sucked dry.. I feel like a beginer again))

[Hazel]

its foaling seaon, by the way

[Meg]

((I know, do you want her to have her babe first, or after?))

[Hazel]

first, easier,