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Post by poizuun on Apr 19, 2011 19:35:21 GMT -5
He knew today was the day that she would return. He paced up and down the shore as he waited for that familiar form to step onto dry land. A couple of wild flowers were clutched in his mouth, his gift that he always gave to her when she arrived. He would also leave her the same flowers for her when she woke up if he was going to be off with his duties as the lead. That was the softest that Boaz ever appeared to anyone, but she was nearly his daughter. And also something much more. In his head, she was nearly identical to her mother who had been the love of his life so this relationship was not wrong.
The black stallion paused and shook out his mane before snapping his great head to attention. He thought he saw her blue and white face coming toward him through the lake but it was just a trick of his mind. He snorted and continued his pacing, varying his speeds between a walk and trot, trying to get rid of some of his nervous excitement. This was not how a lead stallion was supposed to feel. He was supposed to be aloof and hard-faced, not pacing up and down the shore waiting for this mare with flowers in his mouth. Waves lapped at his hooves and he stopped and dropped the flowers into the water. Slowly they were taken out toward the middle of the lake. He dropped his head and took a couple of drinks from the cold water before lifting his head into a relaxed position.
Suddenly he regretted his decision and wanted the flowers back. How else would she know how he felt? He couldn't exactly verbalize his feelings and the flowers were his only real way. But he didn't know if he had time to go and pick others. He didn't want to miss her more than he wanted to greet her with flowers, so instead he just stayed where he was and waited for her.
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Post by Rhapsody on Apr 19, 2011 23:06:14 GMT -5
Azami [/font]_________________________________________________[/center] It had happened as she stepped ashore; a black figure had been waiting to greet her, though it did not belong to Boaz, but a stranger. It spoke of her rude behavior toward the gods, and warned her to be more respectful. At the same time that she shook her head though, the stranger was gone and she scolded herself for having momentarily believed that it could have been real. Blinking as water trickled down her face, she realized why her fatigue had made her think there was a horse before her; Boaz was standing where the figure had been. His thick frame was pacing and she guessed he was beginning to get irritated with her for taking so long to return. Giving her frame a shake, she rid herself of the excess water and approached slowly, nickering quietly in greeting. Playing down her usual spitfire tendencies, she fixed a smile on her features. "Boaz?" She intoned, trying to catch his gaze amidst his frenzied pacing. "You're as dependable as the sunrise; how'd you know I would come today?" Granted, she had called to him, but as far as the islands were from the mainland, it seemed impossible he would have heard.
Azami was still slightly off because of the tricks her fatigue had played on her (as if a god would appear before her to warn her to believe, puh-lease). However, the mare went straight to her lead's side, staring up at him with keen, dark eyes. No, she was not a beast of frivolous emotions and whatnot; she didn't go proclaiming her love to any beast. But she did have a certain soft spot for the damn stallion; surrogate father that he was to her. Still, despite her lack of general attachment to most other creatures, he was the closest she was to any. She had a certain level of compassion for him (more than she did for anyone else, even her father or sister) that was heightened considerably by the pull she felt towards him. Some would have probably described it as lust, but she would have shirked such a description. Whatever less than pure thoughts and feelings she had for him were tempered only slightly by her care for him, and it was just enough of a fragile balance that she had been able to walk the line of control and chaos. As she drew near to him, her wet sides brushing ever so lightly against his, she frowned for a moment, realizing that his usual offering of flowers was absent. Odd. "No flowers today? I must have upset you more by leaving this time than I realized." She chortled, though inwardly there was a seed of concern growing; Azami liked power, and hers was contingent upon his continued fatherly/love interest feelings for her. She'd have to work on that; maybe a little more physicality with him to make amends for upsetting him so. Her muzzle extended toward him, brushing gently at the crease where neck met cheek. "It's good to be back home... back with you." She intoned quietly, and this was not all words and facades; this was truth. She was glad to be back.
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Post by poizuun on Apr 20, 2011 13:22:16 GMT -5
At her appearance, Boaz froze and stiffened. He did not call out to her or make any move toward her. The great muscles in his shoulders twitching was the only sign of what he wanted to do. Otherwise he was closed off and dead of any emotion. When she approached, he only lifted his head a bit higher and looked down at her. His ears swivelled at her question and confusion flashed momentarily through his black eyes. Didn't he always greet her when she returned? Just as he always saw her off when she decided she'd stayed on the islands for too long? "I stand on the shore everyday." He said slowly, his voice sounding strange as it was the first time he'd spoken in a while but then melded into his usual deep rumble. 'I'm always waiting for you,' he wanted to say, but that was not something a lead stallion would say to a mare. Especially not a regular herd mare, despite his attachments to her. Azami was nearly his daughter by everything but blood, but there was something else in his affection toward her that he couldn't quite place. It wasn't that he didn't have the vocabulary to describe it (Boaz is not slow in the slightest, despite his simple sentences), he just did not want to waste his time attempting to describe it to himself when there may or may be a single word to sum up his feelings. At her touch his body tensed and his ears flicked back and forth.
When she asked about the flowers, Boaz suddenly froze, holding his breath for a moment and then exhaling long and slow. "I dropped them." He said quietly, looking down at the pebbles beneath his hooves. He did not think that she would notice the absence of the flowers and was now slightly embarrassed that she had. Outwardly, though, he just continued with his deadpan expressions, appearing as neutral as he could. At her last statement, he felt a flutter in his chest, but only responded with a grunt, flicking his black tail against his flanks. It would not be proper for him to agree with her and it would be a lie to disagree. So not responding was his best option, he thought.
{ooc} he's so.... depressingly cute and twisted -hugs him-
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Post by Rhapsody on Apr 20, 2011 14:24:27 GMT -5
Azami [/font]_________________________________________________[/center] Always the same; she wasn't surprised by his reaction, just amused. Letting out a light chortle she nodded; he always used this excuse. "Oh yes, I forgot, you're always on the shore." Perhaps it was true, but she liked to think that the reason he spent so much of his time beach-side was because he was reminded of her. Flicking her tail to and fro as she mulled this over, Azami missed the way Boaz's body had tensed, as well as the flicking of his ears. For all she knew, he was still indifferent to everything and anything, as always. Unchanging as stone, Boaz. She thought with a shake of her head. As he mentioned that he'd dropped the flowers, she ducked her head for a moment, feigning an itch that needed scratching on her front left leg so she could frown. Dropped them? That was so.... accidental. And Boaz? Boaz was an intentional beast; accidents did not happen around him, in her experience.
Deciding to overlook it, she raised her head once more, her gaze meeting his for a brief moment as he grunted in response to her. Pacing a few strides off from him, she peered back at him over her withers, a brow quirked playfully. "Well, are you coming or do I have to walk along the beach myself?" She wanted to reacquaint herself with her home, wanted to goad him into talking more in that deep, booming rumble of a voice he had. "Boaz?" She purred, prancing back to him playfully, giving his mane a gentle but firm tug to make him come along after her. Azami knew he liked doing things his own way, but she was back now and he was going to have to get used to having her around again. Which meant she'd annoy him with her presence for just a while longer. "Tell me what you've been up to while I've been gone." She intoned, a whining note to her voice as she resumed walking in the wet sand, leaving little depressions where each hoof fell, only to be erased by the waves as they rushed across the sand.
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Post by poizuun on Apr 22, 2011 15:42:34 GMT -5
At her request, Boaz silently moved after her, the only noise occurring in his hooves stepping on the wet pebbles. He walked inland of her, keeping Azami between himself in the water. If there was going to be an attacker, they would come from the forest and he could protect her easier by moving her out into the water. That was the way his mind worked. It had been ingrained into him since he was a newborn. He was the one to protect the mares and if something happened and someone lost their life, he was the one to blame. It was his responsibility and no one else's. He listened to her intently, but kept his respectful silence until she asked him a question. His ears flicked as he thought. He did not lead a very active or exciting life. Especially when Azami was not visiting. General patrols about the islands usually kept him busy enough. Sometimes he would go to the shore and just watch the land across the lake. Sometimes he could see the vague outline of horses moving along them. But most of the time there was nothing, or his sight was obscured. "Patrols," His deep voice sounded. "I spend most of my time here. On the beach." The large stallion was not a conversationalist. He did not tell stories or share his feelings. That was not proper for him and his rank.
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Post by Rhapsody on Apr 22, 2011 18:06:29 GMT -5
Azami [/font]_________________________________________________[/center] Her ears flicked toward him as he followed after her, noting that he intentionally moved to put himself between her and the interior of the island. He always did this, but she'd never thought of why, always dismissing it as another of his odd quirks. Little did she know that it was all in protection of her. "Patrols, of course." She smiled minutely with an amused shake of her head. Always so serious; that was Boaz. However, her amusement died down as he spoke of time spent on the beach. "Do you ever grow tired of it? Of this place? Don't you ever want to see more of the world than our islands?" She asked wistfully, reflecting on her time spent away; it had been a good time to recharge and reflect, even if her meeting with her apparent Aunt had thrown her for a loop.
Turning her dark eyes to him, she paused, unsure how best to say what she had on her mind. The truth, I suppose. Flicking her tail nervously, she dropped his gaze for a moment, scolding herself for behaving like a child about to be chastised by a parent. Boaz was not her father, just her King; she was merely informing him of her trip, nothing more. "I...I met someone on my trip." She confessed, slowly beginning to walk again, though she still refused to meet his gaze, afraid of what his reaction might be but afraid to withhold the truth of her encounter with Erren from him. "Someone who, well...knew who I was. And who my family was. She said all kinds of horrible things." She tossed her head, feeling silly for having said any of this now; she was going to anger him unnecessarily by bringing up her family. He'd stolen her from them for a reason and she was better off with him, right? Right. Mumbling now as she mused aloud, the mare said one final thing. "I suppose I shouldn't have listened to her, blood relative or no. My kin never has cared for me as you do Boaz." And she doubted an unknown Aunt would break that tradition. Not if Azami really was perceived as a traitor.
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Post by poizuun on Apr 27, 2011 12:39:54 GMT -5
Ever the listener, Boaz had trained his ears to hear the subtle nuances of everyone's voice and know what they meant. He knew she was wanting to play and joke around, but he didn't recall ever being like that. Especially not since she came into his life after he lost her mother. Instantly he had to correct himself in his head. She was not his daughter. She was Marek's. Marek's and Resi's. Of no relation to himself or his bloodline. He then thought, in a musing sense, how he even had to convince himself that there was nothing wrong with his affection for Azami. If it was really right, why did it sometimes feel so wrong? His ears flicked and he realized she was talking again, asking if he would ever leave the islands. "There are too many things to do." He responded, staring straight ahead as he walked. Boaz was not so lucky as Azami to just pick up and leave whenever he liked. There were duties he must constantly maintain and without anyone to help then he was trapped doing everything alone, as was the current situation. She spoke again and his right ear flicked to hear her better. He could hear the concern in her voice, though she tried to play it off nonchalantly. Azami certainly underestimated him and his moods. He was not angry, but he was also confused. He stopped walking and swung his massive head her way. "She was related to you?"
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Post by Rhapsody on Apr 27, 2011 17:03:12 GMT -5
Azami [/font]_________________________________________________[/center] Too much to do. The mare rolled her eyes darkly, feeling the most minute sense of annoyance with his response. Too much to do? How was that possible? They lived on an island; it wasn't like they got a lot of foot traffic. And since things had been relatively quiet in the whole Anemoi-Tritones feud, Azami couldn't for the life of her understand how he could have anything better to focus on than her and keeping her company on her adventures. But Azami was still terribly young, and she was thus blinded by her own youth. Duty was something that the young mare had never learned; it was difficult to learn such a trait when you were ripped from all you knew and then expected to pledge allegiance to a new flag. If devotion was that easily gained or changed, how was it worth anything at all? It was something she had long questioned.
Realizing her mistake in referring to Erren as a blood relative, Azami cringed, halting just a short distance ahead of Boaz, having continued walking for a few moments more after he had stopped. Flicking her ears to the side in a mixture of dismay and nervousness, the roan finally gave a hesitant nod of confirmation. "She said she was my Aunt." The mare admitted finally, stumbling over the word 'Aunt'. What was an Aunt? Or a father? Or a sister? She didn't know; hers had never cared enough to come for her after her theft. So why should she let the words of a stranger rattle her? Blood or no, Erren meant nothing. Nothing. "Was she Boaz? That is, did Mar- my father have a sister?" She queried, side stepping half late around the name of the sire she knew Boaz so despised. "She claimed to be my kin, but if she was Anemoi, she was probably lying." Azami tacked on for good measure, hoping this last part would sate Boaz and dispel any unfounded fears of her leaving him just because potential family had popped into the picture. Azami would need a hell of a lot more than a supposed Aunt to persuade her to leave the black sabino's side.
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Post by poizuun on May 3, 2011 15:12:06 GMT -5
The large black stallion flicked his ears as Azami spoke. He heard the catch in her words and couldn't keep the heavy snort contained. He couldn't blame her, though. She was Anemoi blood, no matter how much she proved herself to him or how many times she came back to him. Though he didn't interact with his enemy or concern himself with their family, he knew of the different members and how large Marek's herd was. "Yes," He said, a little shortly. "Marek has a sister. And I doubt she would lie about it." His tail flicked and he shifted his weight about. Boaz's face was dark and brooding as he thought of everything that had just transpired. Azami had met an aunt that she had no idea existed. It made him wonder why Marek had not introduced his daughters to his own sister.
{ooc} and suck.
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Post by Rhapsody on May 3, 2011 23:53:24 GMT -5
Azami [/font]_________________________________________________[/center] It was startling, really, how she could one minute be the playful, bordering on flirtatious companion to suddenly reverting to her role as his almost-daughter. The mare fell silent, her own insecurities regarding her family barraging her memory as she unconsciously drew nearer to Boaz. Her sides gently brushed his own as her far off gaze pondered thoughts she refused to give voice. Finally, her gaze brightened slightly as she seemed to come back to her senses, and Azami breathed deeply. "I didn't care much for her." She said at last, a note of genuine distaste in her voice as she remarked on her newfound relative. "Whether or not she spoke the truth, she is no family of mine." There was a harshness to her voice as she said this, for beneath the facade of her relative indifference, Azami had long been emotionally maimed by her family's seeming indifference to her disappearance. Her father had not made any attempts (to her knowledge) to retrieve her. Nor had her sister, or this supposed Aunt. Boaz had cared more for Azami in his act of stealing her than her family had in her entire existence. It was a bitter truth to swallow. "You are my chosen family Boaz. I could not choose my kin, but I can choose you. And I do." Oh to be certain, she was padding his own ego, reassuring him that she was worth his efforts, but there was more to it. She hated them, a hate that she bore out of the pain of their exclusion of her. Screw them all. Damn every last one of them, each wretched, useless, vile one of her bloodline. Only her deceased dam had been worth anything, for she too had chosen Boaz. So it was to him that she returned, to him that she willingly pledged whatever scrap of allegiance she could offer. To him that she would give endlessly. The rest of them could rot in their own personally created Anemoi hell.
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Post by poizuun on May 10, 2011 19:48:57 GMT -5
Boaz stiffened as she spoke, his ears flicking as he thought about his enemy. He couldn't help the mental twitch at the tone in her voice when she mentioned the hatred of her family. She didn't know. She'd been too young to really know what it was to hate the Anemoi. She had no fuel to her fire except that her father had not challenged him for her return. Boaz on the other hoof... Boaz had a million reasons to hate Marek. Not just because it had been ingrained in his head since before he was conceived. Marek had stolen his one true love and while under his care, she died. But not before he had his way with her and forced her to birth two bastard foals. Instantly his mind chastised him at the aggressive, insulting thoughts toward Azami. His black tail whipped at his flanks and he turned away, trying to swallow the conflicted feelings that were now stirring in his gut. He hated Azami's blood, but he also cared for her more than he could describe. She was like a reincarnation of Resi. That always toned down his anger when he focused on her father too much. It was her mother's blood that kept him from getting angry. He didn't know how to respond to her and so, kept his silence. He was somewhat afraid of what he may say with his temper broiling under the surface.
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Post by Rhapsody on May 11, 2011 11:51:39 GMT -5
Azami [/font]_________________________________________________[/center] His silence was nothing new, but in that moment she longed for him to go to her, to comfort her. Though she rarely showed it outwardly, Azami was in extreme emotional distress at the thought of her family. An embrace from Boaz would have been a welcome reprieve. But he was not that sort of stallion and she was not the sort of mare to ask it of him. So instead, they walked. Feeling foolish for having brought it up (and fearing that she had very much upset him) the mare spoke one last time, a note of regret painting her words. "I'm sorry I brought it up. The past is the past." She intoned quietly, meekly even. That said, Azami clamped her lips tightly shut - she was done running her mouth for today. She'd obviously done little good with it. With the wind blowing at her black locks, the mare settled into her place alongside him, content for now to amble aimlessly with him in continued silence. After all, sometimes more could be said in the silent presence of a companion than with a thousand words spoken with a stranger.
In her mind, his silence was worth a million words.
[ooc || Aaaaaand done!]
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