Kye and class

[Classic Touch]

I'll reply in a sec.....making dinner for my lil bro


Just leave off at your last post....no like traveling and stuff

[Classic Touch]

Kyes post (for my refrence)

He crept round the femme slowly, nudging her barrel this way and that, feeling around gently for any source of movement the unborn may show. his texted mug snatched shockingly back as a tiny kick was felt for. he snickered quietly before wimpering lightly to the ess, for time was close, she dare deny it? he nibbled gently at her rouge hyde, removing the bits of battered blander that resided ruthlessly over her flawless plains. he cooed distinctively, attempting to bring what comfort he could, for he was no blind fool, any could see the heavy carriage of the femora. her cage drooped, that was clear, the swelling of her supplement as well was visible. a good sign indeed, a symbolic presentation of a good feast for the young once it arrived, the event that he so longed for. his ligaments flailed lightly, only to scrape at the moistened floor below. his words slipped carefully, quietly whispering within her tipped acoustics..

dear dove of mine, ye be the only one for me, we shant deny the fact..ye be deep with foal, and the time is oh-so soon. let it be a firm statement, one we shall face with the utmost pride.

his words flowed so smoothly, his cherub kissed chastastics gleaming with pride as yet another fond nibble swept over her large barrel. he returned his aperature nearer to hers, his scuppers sweeping over her sleek jawl line in a kissing motion. he plucked and strung at her tendrils, smoothing out the tangles that embedded the sleek curls of tufts that it was. this grooming soon projected movement, gliding over her spinals with a swift motion, his kissers lapping at the hyde that so tenderly covered her chubbed profile.


the preparations have been made,
now the final step is to be taken.
go ahead now finish it off,
you know the way this shall go,
now please,
won't you lead me in the end of our beginning?


his coos echoed once more in utterly gentle tones, returning his station near her gaze. he chewed lightly at the twin zephyrs that sprung from her delicate carniastic, nudging at the boughs of her perch gently. his plumal lining streaked over his flesh, ridding of the pests swiftly, soon returning to normal stance, lowered uselessly around his haunches it gentle whisps as the curls cascaded down his musclarly defined charters. He began to pace slowly as he already began his thinkings of a wonderous dubbance of the newborn-to-be. if it be male, the name must be of courageous, one of the never-falling gods. if it be female, it must be femenine, delicate such as the foal itself.

the possibilities of such names shrouded his already cloudy thoughts. male names such as Spyric,cyntary,kadar[is that name used often?],Adah,or perhaps Kale? and as for female..Glyph? Manta?Blithia?hmm..perhaps Class should think of female, for a namer he was not, though an adoration filled him for the name cyntary or Kale. wonderous names, names of which resembled no weakness. Kye stepped lightly back to his queen's flank, murmering quietly these ideas to her. as he stood, he awaited a reaction,hopefully a greater one.

he eased his way around Class slowly, checking over her breathing symbols for signs of early labor or perhaps contractions, cases in which he would gladly usher her to the breeding grounds where the wonderful cycle would fulfill its duty. hums were sent out graceously, wondering if the femme too was anxious and rather ambitious about the happenings to come. the thoughts of her pain were heavily gloating within his blanked thoughts, echoing in his absent mind. his expression lay vacantly over the vastness that surrounded them, admiring their throne lands so dearly, loving the femme more so. their love was like no other he had ever witnessed, for so little time had they spent, though such a bond they had grew. a lovely thickness adapted to his heart, meant for Class and only Class, though was soon to be parted, wedging the newborn into this space as well. an easy fit it would be, for both were able of incapturous love, their light ways seethed all darkness that dared come after them, even their nights were regarded with the burning moon.


come now little baby,
don't say a word.
its time for me to worry about you.
not yourself alone,
for now i be at your side,
willing to sprint to your every need.
now i beg of you,
don't use this to a sickened advantage.

[Classic Touch]

porcline doll heaved summoning the bronc closer, fond nibbling tugged between crombus. Figureen of the shrew swayed as plump cage followed seres of intractions. Dyed comploxion quivering, furred grubbers parting as moans escaped. Morsal lent lightly 'top the hes dihram. Plushen mold lured to the duckes whithers. apature slid along the studs spinal barrier. Pepper hue arose and slunk down with deep breaths. image of silvern hue asway as two toned bod faught gravity.

soon, soon you shall be a sire.

pendulum swung as entaglements ly in heaps, caressing dolls coaled captivity. Babe continued sway clumsily, vagabond teatoring as she did so. Irrataed breathing heaving franticlly as dutchess snatched at atmos. meshed belle seemed of flushed citrus.

im gunna buy you a mocking bird...
if that mocking bird dont sing
mommas gunna buy you a dimond ring.
If that dimond ring dont shine
mommas gunna.....

dentals tugged harshly 'pon the hes locks, ebrum dipped 'pandages buckling benieth ligaments. torso crumpling as the first to go. massive chassis flopping to the quagmere uselessly. Oxygenators flared unhappily.

buy you a teria
if that teria dont fit,
mommas gunna buy you a golden gown

Doll devored loam feverishly. Bottem joval resting lightly 'top clipped foliage. mellowed grunts escaped, high pitched squeeks held from grasp. Dont frighten 'em. slim wipcord sprawled uselessly 'bout the land. mere shallow attempts to rid pests failing as cage inhaliled and exhailed frequently. Dulled gaze prevailing somewhat a shene.

hush little baby

[Classic Touch]

wow...just noticed i said silvern hue and pepper hue in the same sentence O.O


excuse the shortness of that post.......

[Classic Touch]

You alive? O.O

[pierre]

A large grunt gave way, exposing the bronc's position precisely as he strode from the line of birches, so orderly lined across the spreading turf. a harsh blow descended coarsely from his soft fleshy nadars, eager to leave these lands as soon as they could, for they held no matter of their lands of perfection they called home. His gaze tosses this way and that, his expression vacant as to any subsiding emotion other than eagerness and worry. worry for the fear of twins, duplets. a painful thing it would be for the fae, more painful for him to witness, to see his galant queen sprawled about in heavy labor, to see the small bloodshed and the terrifying effort. No,there was a small chance, or so he thought.

long nights we have waited,
and now the big event shall occur.
the hours i went sleepless,
restlessly watching over you.
now it shall all pay off,
and the pain will soon retire.

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Cooing hymns uttered forth as he paced forth to greet the femora. His azure seekers filled with glee as he nudged her over gingerly, watching for contractions and signs for soon birth, and indeed they were there. easing his textile over the tender stretch of her swollen cage, the bronc wimpered quietly. gently, he fell to the floor of springy ferns to her side, nudging along the streamline of her slim crest, an occasional tug at her orderly tangles.

indeed, the time has come.

he lay unmoving, only breathing as he waited, hoping his warmth and company were enough to comfort the femme in a time of such crucial need. his aperature soon shifted atop his perch, only to fall aimlessly over her shelled blade with a gentle rocking motion. his tufts flowed over his chastics, his gaze moving, rustling the tendrils that capped his lashes. his gaze softened, the worry lines receding from his facade slowly as his breathing mellowed.

Ah, a new genra of wait.
a new genra of anxiety.
of ambition.
of eagerness.
of excitement.
and soon a new genra of our lines.

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[Classic Touch]

nymph crooned with the upmost fortitude of dirranged whistles as broncs image appered. dyed complextion rolling to the side as the warmth of her bronc ly beside her. Doll quivered as the hes furred velveteen ran along her cage, grunting as cage inhracted in exhail franticly. Apature sprawled 'top its peak, limp along evergreen linings. cochila schizms glancing toward the he as acustics drowned in shallow grunts. Oxygenators flared salmon, lone fore seemingly to paw at the earths bed.

Let the pain drown
And the pride unite.
and find the key to the treasure.

Shots of pain seemed to stab her, doll groaning as hind pedate shifted along its resting place on the earth core to snatch at the femmes barrel. Moarnfull corous divided to grunts and whimpers. dutchess squirmed, breath heavy, with each inhail doll grasped for breath. Femme rummbled as wee babe ly limply curled, slim braces sprawled in tangles as rosen droplets englufed both dam and flicka. babes liddids fluttered as blurred figure of a pair held stance before the youngin. femmes cage heaved to catch moreso atmos. Doll rolling back to the he, furred velveteen caressing the broncs fore limb. Doll returned to the youngin, nymph easing forth so coaled dome rested lightly along babes cloak. Dam cleaned clensingly along the newborn, small tips of the shes apature motioning Kye nearer.

a queens daughter
the air to the thrown

Any names coming to mind deary?

nymph purred, hiding renewed pain, though lulling melands to sooth both filla and sire. Oxygenators flaring as doll glanced to the bronc, nudging him gingerly, ooids diagnosing the hes feature.

[Ebra]

[ OoC - Kye and Class; Dream has asked me to help her with the site while shes been a little busy with tests, etc. I'm not quite sure if this is in the category, but I am sure she wouldn't mind too much.. erf. I dunno, just wanted you guys to keep active and not let this stop yeh. Class: you can post w/o knowing stats and all, you know that right? ]

[Moyen]

-runs around and pokes jock- I got the acct

[Dreamweaver]

stats:

name: you decidey
gender: filly
health condition: perfectly healthy!

[Ebra]

[ OoC - I don't think Deux wants your foal. lol. Erf, but Dreameh gots it done.. hokay. Oh: and just a note to you guys since i love you both soooo mooooch (-gives timeh and jockoo a noogie-) just wanted to tell you making an account for a foal who cannt leave its dam was the worst thing i have ever done on equusoul xD too much posting! lol. ]

[Classic Touch]

Delete OOCs -growls at Magick-

Tay, i wont use that acct till the fillas full grown anyway, i had made a extra acct a while ago. And its probably better off that deux doesnt want her :-)

[Classic Touch]

Timehs sexxy filly! -dancey-

[Kye]

[yawn] awesome! thanks Dreameh! and Tayo! and..magick?? huh..why is timeh growling at him? he aint herre...?? we shall return to our home with the babe..[totters off]

[Classic Touch]

OOO well Magick posted OOC and i told her to delete it.....