Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2004 1:44 am
He led her back to Coral, clearly distressed at how he had chipped away at her tough exterior and made her so vunerable. He mentally made a vow that he would never do that to anyone ever again. He couldn't bear to see her torture and the pain in her eyes.
When they finally made it back to Coral, he looked about both of them sadly. Seating himself on his hindquarters, he glanced at both of them-so utterly different, like night and day. The fearless, dangerous warrioress with the soft exterior who rarely showed affection, and the sunny elegant dancer, who was always willing to show another what they meant. How could he choose? He cleared his throat, trying not to stall, but he was getting choked up.
"In the short time that I've know both of you, I've come to care for you both. I never expected this to happen. I never dreamt of it. When Talia found me, I was a disgruntled Stallion ready to pulverize anything that moved. I never could have imagined that each of you would take a place in my heart. It's for that reason, that I can't choose. Perhaps I'll grow old and never find a mate. It's probably for the better, because I can't imagine what life would be like without either one of you. It sounds silly, but I can't... I simply can't. But I won't allow any sacrifices either, even with the best intentions," he said, glancing quickly at Vapour. "I won't allow you to be hurt over me, nor will I allow myself to be parted from one of you in such a way. No, I think the only option for me is to leave now, as things are, and part with you both amicably...or semi-amicably I would hope at least." He inclined his head low, so low it almost resembled a bow, the one graceful move that he had shown thus far. "I must take my leave."
He trotted up to each one in turn, laying his head on their neck, and licking their muzzle. He tried not to look so forlorn, but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't help but think that they would never want to see him again.
"If I ever decide, or ever want to see one of you, just one of you, You'll be sure to hear me, and I'll be waiting... right in this very spot. I promise." With that he turned and galloped swiftly back the way he came, following the river back home. He never turned back. He, like Vapour, would never let them see him cry.
When they finally made it back to Coral, he looked about both of them sadly. Seating himself on his hindquarters, he glanced at both of them-so utterly different, like night and day. The fearless, dangerous warrioress with the soft exterior who rarely showed affection, and the sunny elegant dancer, who was always willing to show another what they meant. How could he choose? He cleared his throat, trying not to stall, but he was getting choked up.
"In the short time that I've know both of you, I've come to care for you both. I never expected this to happen. I never dreamt of it. When Talia found me, I was a disgruntled Stallion ready to pulverize anything that moved. I never could have imagined that each of you would take a place in my heart. It's for that reason, that I can't choose. Perhaps I'll grow old and never find a mate. It's probably for the better, because I can't imagine what life would be like without either one of you. It sounds silly, but I can't... I simply can't. But I won't allow any sacrifices either, even with the best intentions," he said, glancing quickly at Vapour. "I won't allow you to be hurt over me, nor will I allow myself to be parted from one of you in such a way. No, I think the only option for me is to leave now, as things are, and part with you both amicably...or semi-amicably I would hope at least." He inclined his head low, so low it almost resembled a bow, the one graceful move that he had shown thus far. "I must take my leave."
He trotted up to each one in turn, laying his head on their neck, and licking their muzzle. He tried not to look so forlorn, but he couldn't help himself. He couldn't help but think that they would never want to see him again.
"If I ever decide, or ever want to see one of you, just one of you, You'll be sure to hear me, and I'll be waiting... right in this very spot. I promise." With that he turned and galloped swiftly back the way he came, following the river back home. He never turned back. He, like Vapour, would never let them see him cry.