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Post by Pandora on May 15, 2008 11:48:36 GMT -5
"It's a natural reaction. You are forgiven. It seems to happen every time others come here. It must be the air," Morga answered distantly, and she nodded a little toward a stream running.
"The water is there, and you may graze as you please. Don't wander too far Apollo, I won't be too pleased with you after wards," she added, giving him permission to graze as he wished.
She just didn't want him to feel too crowded, but, she wasn't known for that, so she kept control. She wanted him close, because she didn't want him going away.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 15, 2008 11:54:35 GMT -5
The stallion looked at the stream that she was talking about and almost sighed outloud. He was thirsty, but he didn't to stright toward the stream, she was still speaking. When she was done he smiled a little and said to her, "Thank you m'lady." Then he dipped his head and walked over to the stream and dipped his head down.
He drank for two minutes before he pulled his now wet maw up from the stream and looked around. The light was now gone from the sky, but he knew that would be so, for when he started his walk it was twilight. He swished his black tail around him and his green eyes looked around her home. He didn't start grazing, but propped his aching leg up on his hoof and closed his orbs, praying for sleep.
[OOC-You can say it was near morning when you wake him up, and that can be your next post.]
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Post by Pandora on May 15, 2008 12:02:50 GMT -5
It was near morning when Morga felt herself go into heat. She woke Apollo up with a nip. "Now would be a good time to get this done," she commented in a point blank type of voice.
Morga was cold and cruel, but she was also a little worried. Oh, she hid it, but she hadn't had a foal the mortal way before. What if complications set in? She pushed theses thoughts away as she waited for Apollo to get it over with.
It might sound point blank, but it was. She took it as practical, because she couldn't get anymore attached then she had already allowed herself to be.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 15, 2008 12:06:42 GMT -5
The stallion felt a sharp pain in his shoulder and he jerked his head up, and his green eyes popped open. He opened his mouth like he was going to yell at who-ever had nipped him, but then he heard her voice. The fog in his brain cleared and he tried to swollow, but his mouth was dry. He looked at the gray mare before him and then nodded. "May I get a quick drink before we begin this?" He asked her as he cast his eyes down. He didn't want to be thirsty the whole time they were doing this. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 15, 2008 12:10:47 GMT -5
"Might as well," Morga answered, refusing to sound anything but distant.
She refused to sound attached, refused to act like she wanted this foal. She though about it, but she knew Apollo. He was strong. He survived, and she needed that for her foal; filly or colt.
Shifting, she waited for him to finish, deciding to let her thoughts wander slightly. Ears flicking, she asked, "Are you ready to get this done? I would hate to have you collapse on me."
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 15, 2008 12:15:25 GMT -5
"Thank you m'lady." He spoke to her before he walked over to the stream, wincing each time his back leg touched the ground. He knew this was going to be painful for him, because he would have to place all of his weight on his back legs, and one of them was injured. He placed his maw in the stream and took a long drink. He listened to her speak and then he pulled his head up from the stream. "I am ready, if you are." He told her as he walked toward her.
He came over to her and took a deep breath, pulling in the sweet smell of her heat. He swished his tail around him, making sure he didn't hit her with his tail. He walked behind her and took another deep breathing, getting himself in the mood for breeding. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 15, 2008 12:22:22 GMT -5
Morga tired not to snort in annoyance. "Yes I'm ready," she answered.
She wasn't sure what it would be like, but she didn't listen to her mares when they spoke of it. Some didn't care about if they had foals or not, but she did. Once again, she pushed that thought to the back of her mind, letting her mortal body prepare for breeding.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 15, 2008 12:27:42 GMT -5
Apollo could hear the annoyance in her voice, but he didn't want to push her. He took a deep breath and he lept up onto her back. He had to stop himself from crying out in pain when his back leg took all of his weight. He closed his eyes and then took a deep breath.
When he was good and ready he entered her and began the process of breeding. After fifteen minutes of hard work he felt himself build up and then he gave his seed to her, hoping he had done okay. He pulled out of her and slipped off of her and landed on the ground with a soft "thud". He stood there, seed still dripping down off of him a little as he looked at her. "Have I done good?" He asked her, his gaze cast down. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 15, 2008 12:33:18 GMT -5
Morga felt him shudder in pain, and she stopped herself from feeling anything. In 15 minutes, it was over, and he was off her. She turned to him as he asked his question, and she answered, "Yes. Now leave as quickly as you can. Wander as you please."
Her voice was cold, cruel, and distant. The compliment was a true one, but she was Morga. She was the Queen. She could not be kind to him.
She wanted him out of there, but she wasn't going to chase him off as viciously as she originally intended. If this failed, she would probably search him out again.
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 15, 2008 13:49:47 GMT -5
Apollo blinked and then turned around and trotted out of her place. He took a deep breath as he came out and then he broke into a canter. His long back legs carried him over the ground. He cantered for twenty minutes before he slowed to a trot and looked back. He sighed and then lied down with a "thump". His back leg felt like it was on fire and his eyes showed great pain. "Please kill me." He whispered to the land around him.
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Post by Pandora on May 15, 2008 13:58:00 GMT -5
Moving around, Morga paced around, snorting. Something told her to follow him, yet she didn't want to. Slowly, she floated after him. She knew it, she was getting attached, and she cursed her heart. It was broken, cold, and cruel, but it seemed to have a small piece to make sure he was okay.
Floating along, she stopped, hearing him beg for death. Looking out, she saw how bad his leg was, and hid, thinking. 'What are my powers again? I haven't used them in awhile,' she thought, watching him.
[ooc: no clue what you want me to do here Toby]
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 15, 2008 14:03:49 GMT -5
[OOC-Just let her touch his leg so the pain will be gone, but she will take the pain into her own body for a short time.]
The stallion closed his green orbs and let his fall into the moss that covered the ground he had fallen on. His breathing was heavy and quick, but he made no other sound now. He tried to sleep, but the pain in his back leg was killing him, slowly. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 15, 2008 14:16:09 GMT -5
Remembering, Morga walked forward silently, and gently touched his leg. For a moment, her leg flared with pain, and she started backward, before turning, limping away, her hoof prints obvious as she made her way back as quickly as she could.
She didn't want to think about what came over her, but she wanted to forget it. She just hoped he didn't tell anyone, if he figured out who it was that helped him. Snorting, she favored her leg, and made her way to the stream, taking her fist drink of the day.
[ooc: short time for her is going to be about 4 hours, just because that is a short time, and it fades away. Is that okay?]
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Post by TobyMacFreak on May 15, 2008 14:19:49 GMT -5
[OOC-Yeah, that's fine]
Before he knew it, Apollo had fallen asleep. He didn't move as the gray mare he had just mated with came up and touched his pain-filled leg, but as she did his breathing slowed down and his face went back to a normal sleeping face, instead of one filled with pain.
Hours later the stallion woke and looked around him. The sun was once again setting as he stood up, favoring his leg, even though he didn't need to. He started to walk and expeceted pain, but none came to him. He looked back at his long past broken leg and saw that it was fine. It had always looked fine after one of the mares had kept him until it was held, but there had always been pain in it, until now. [/size]
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Post by Pandora on May 15, 2008 14:24:24 GMT -5
In her glade, Morga was laying down, favoring her leg, and grumbling from the pain. "Oh, yes, if I get a foal from this, the little one will be very strong," she muttered, burying her head into the ground slightly as she felt the pain escalate slightly as she moved it.
Only an hour had passed, and it had not faded enough for her liking. Snorting a little, she stood up slowly, and walked around, favoring it.
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