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Post by Fajer on Aug 18, 2010 11:54:16 GMT -6
When there is nothing to do, and no one with which to do it, life is fairly bland.
He was king. He always would be. Sadly enough, he was no longer the god he thought himself to be in his younger years. No, that position belonged to Stern, the King of Chaos Himself. Fajer was no worshiping wimp; he did not bow to anyone and that would remain the same as long as he had air to breath. But he did respect the one who'd created the land on which he now lived. And that was Stern. And so, by these rules, Stern was due respect.
The black stallion did not resemble the night sky as Stern did. He had no blanket of stars to cover his back or, better yet, his entire body. Fajer was as black as they come, but he was also proud of his lack of markings. After all, he lived in a clan to worshiped the god of chaos, and what is more chaotic than pure darkness. Sol proved that when he hid his sun for that very dark week. Black is the color of chaos and, to Fajer, this was the real marking of Stern.
His mate was the exact opposite. Tell Tale Heart was pure light, at least in her coloring. She was blinding in her whiteness and, just as pure black is chaos, so is pure white. When one cannot see because of light, they are blind, and so plunged into darkness. What a fitting match.
Fajer stood and he watched and he waited, waited for the Queen of Light to come and be with him in darkness.
Life. It never makes sense the way we want it to. But irony can be fun.
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Post by ghost on Aug 20, 2010 7:24:56 GMT -6
Queen of Light? Indeed fitting.
Tell stood behind a large group of trees, searching for Fajer. She was unable to see him in front of her so she quickly shifted her vision to the left and then to the right. The night was closing which made Fajer's black coat even harder to spot. Oh, there he is! She thought to herself as a smile crept onto her face. Delighted, she carried her elegant Arabian body over to his side. By the time she reached him, she was sure her smile looked goofy. Though as goofy as it may have looked it was indeed, sincere. She nickered softly and then proceeded to bow in greeting.
Though she came and went, she was always here in heart and she hoped Fajer knew that. Once you find love like this, it's hard, no imposible to replace, destroy, or lose and as each day closed Fajer was always the last thought upon her mind. This is how it's been for a long time and she was so grateful that he had found her. It was almost ironic how well they worked in harmony. Fajer was afterall, The King of Chaos. Which gos to show that even a God couldn't keep these two apart.
With all those thoughts running through her head, she had almost forgot what she was doing. She pushed her consious out of her mind and forced it back into the now. Her angelic white pelt was glistening so bright, even in the dark, that she looked almost ghostly. Perhaps she could use her stunning looks to her atvantage sometime and bring havoc upon something. Though she wasn't beta of this herd, she always knew that being the Queen of Light was more fitting anyway. Besides, what's beta to queen? She like to think this anyways. Her darkened muzzle touched Fajer's shoulder. She was just dying to touch him again. Satisfied she let her self relax.
How have things been?
She felt kind of foolish saying this because it was just small talk. She had really wished to come back with some sort of big news or something, but she had failed in a sense. Defeated, she shrugged and moved on, besides this is the only place she cared to be. [/size]
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Post by Fajer on Sept 8, 2010 19:43:40 GMT -6
Amazing, as you get older, the changes that take place...
Fajer smiled as she came closer. Just as she could sense his presence, he could sense hers. She nickered behind him, and his smiled widened into one that probably looked as goofy as the one she claimed to wear. But it faded to one of simple contentment in a mere moment.
When we were young, all we could think about was sex. At least as a guy.
Fajer could feel her body heat pressing in on him, but his breathing did not hasten. His body temperature may have risen a little, but that could have been from their trading heat. He did not need to 'consumate' their relationship to know that is was, and so his body gave much less response than when he'd been a younger male.
He must be old.
But he was still proud of her. And of himself. He was still a leader of what one day would again be a powerful herd, and she was still his Queen. Now until he died, and even then she would be his and he hers.
Mushy, mushy.
When she stopped by him, he did not yet turn to her. He tossed his head back and nuzzled her neck with the top of his head, much a dog, cat, or even strange human. And, at the same moment, her muzzle touched his shoulder. In this way they were connected, a ring of endless love.
Wow, now you're spouting poetry. Some King of Chaos.
But the King of Chaos he was, and she was the blinding Queen of Light. King and Queen of nothing but themselves and content with that as their all. Looking off toward the horizon, Fajer answered simply,
They are as they always have been.
You are my love, and my life. The world goes on around us.
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