You're a Sweet Little Baby (Annas)

[nala]

Galadriel

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The winter months where mild so far this year, and although Galadriel hadn't been to the mountains since the year of her birth, the cold hadn't affected her much. The nearly white mare's coat, however, had taken the change drastically. It hung about her in fluffy clumps, attempting to keep her warm and succeeding in making her a less then desirable sight. Quietly the fairy toned mare submerged herself in the cloud swept springs of the territory, taking each step with a sigh of relief and swallowing the warm sensation with a prayer as she watched her coat slick down to its natural places.

The spring wasn't too large, it's rate of evaporation keeping it from ever flowing over its worn banks. Galadriel remembered Victoria and Victoria's mother bringing her here in the winter months of her first year. It was a wonderful place to escape the chill that could encase an equine to the bones, but the behavior some mares had adopted, taking their children to the springs in the coldest months of the year, had proven to be a risky venture for sure. Many a foal had dove right into the warming bowls of the beast without a second glance, but without the proper care of a skilled mountain dweller the foal was sure to die of pneumonia or freeze to death as its sodden body froze in the elements. Galadriel's brown eyes closed as she remembered the warm, loving kisses Victoria had shared with her when they were young. Never had the black mare who'd birthed Victoria cared for the pale colored filly that Galadriel had been, but the new queen had certainly cared. Galadriel still believed she did to this day. A deep sigh escaped her and traveled upward along the air currents along with the steam rising from her body. She'd never been able to enter the waters as a child.

you and me and the Devil makes three.

[Hud Levine]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,375,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/250m592.png); padding: 5px; border: 0px solid #ffffff;] Annas had never allowed himself the pleasure the springs offered. He avoided them as he avoided lust; perpetually. He'd given himself to the Mother - to serve only her wants, not his own. If she did not will that he enjoy the springs, then the thought wouldn't even cross his mind. Today, however, the Mother directed the scent of his queen's sister into his nostrils, filling him with both annoyance and... something else. Her pale coat had always done something to him, from the first day she barreled right into him. Whatever it was, he'd resisted it. It was different today though. He could tell that She wanted him to find her for reasons unknown. The bald stallion followed the scent diligently, stopping never to dilly-dally. It was no fault of his that the harlot had stationed herself directly in the springs. His springs. The Mountain King approached her with his usual air of confidence and judgement, taking in her display with a scowl. "Galadriel!" he said simply, awaiting her response. His fast approach stopped right at the edge of the misting waters, the stallion careful not to wet even his hooves. OOC: Lemme just say that O Brother, Where Art Thou? is my favorite movie. OF. ALL. TIME. >D

[nala]

Come on in, hun. The water is fine. Galadriel smiled up to the king that had made his presence known from the moment he began to thunder toward her. Her brown eyes searched over his body for a few brief moments, as they had during the pairs first meeting. She found it odd that he didn't have a mane, and she fanned out her own while she thought about it, lowering her head to mere inches above the water. You look like you could use a coat smoother too. She took a few steps towards him, coming out of the water until the level was just bellow her belly. Her newly slicked coat was to her liking and the droplets of water falling back into the steaming pool were harmonic to her ears.

Her ears, though, were tuned in on Annas, hardly moving as she listened for a response from the harsh yet quiet king. You scared, dear? She ventured when her patience wore thin.

ooc: first you stole RDJ now OH BROTHER WHERE ART THOU!? le gasp oh and fail reply sorry. my momma is driving me insane.

[Hud Levine]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,375,true][atrb=float,left,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background:url(http://i44.tinypic.com/250m592.png); padding: 5px; border: 0px solid #ffffff;] Annas scowled at his mate's sister's proposal for him to join her. "It is not the duty of a servant to the Great Mother to involve himself with the 'fine' waters of the Linx Mountains." Only after he'd said his piece did he allow his eyes to wander over her wet frame. His foul expression softening a bit involuntarily at the sight before him. His amber eyes trailed along her figure, taking in the feminine form he so often kept from himself. As the unfamiliar embers within him began to glow Annas gritted his teeth, imposing upon himself to strike the stone cold face of norm. How could he?! How could he allow himself even a taste of pleasure by dirtying his mind with thoughts of the harlot?! Annas kept his sour face and looked to the side deftly, his eyes narrowing. He'd pay for that. With a swift flick of his tail, his side endured the strike, allowing the pain of the thin hairs to course through him. More would come later. His ears against his skull, Annas turned his attention back to Galadriel. He would not show weakness to a mare. He was king and she was nought but a subject. She would pay for having cast her witch's spell upon him. OOC: Kinda gross. xD

[nala]

The pale mare's eyes narrowed as she watched the stallion's typical rigid structure take over. He was too tense; even more tense then her brother these days. Quietly she pawed up the rocky side of the pool, her tail dragging along the water behind her. She watched him carefully as she exited the only thing protecting her from his grasps. Her tail flicking water carelessly where ever it wished to land. She refrained from shaking, afraid of what would happen should she get him really wet.

You're no fun. She laughed, thinking of what Victoria would say should it be her in is hoof prints rather then Annas. Both of them together was a complete riot to the silver tinted mare. They did nothing of interest, and their tempers were obviously like thunder and lightning. How two of such a similar stature could reside together, not to mention rule as monarchy, was beyond Galadriel. No fun at all.

ooc: ive got nothing. this sucks. xD

[Hud Levine]

OOC: I say we start a new thread now that Priska is a thing. c;

[nala]

ooc: Yea.