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Post by jenn on Jul 21, 2017 21:40:06 GMT -5
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Ambrosia hummed softly as slowly ambled around the desert. She had nowhere to be with all the time to get there. It had taken a little while to readjust to life back at the herd, especially considering how large it had grown in her absence. It wasn’t that Ambrosia disliked other mares. She just liked to be the best. When the herd was smaller, it was much easier to do. She played to her strengths and always made sure she remained on her pumpkin king’s good side. As the herd grew, though, it became more and more difficult. It was something that minor contributed to her silent exit with Donnie several months earlier, although she’d never admit to such petty behavior. Mostly, she left before as much as she loved her twins, being a mother was draining, especially to two at once, and she was getting bored with the stationary lifestyle. Ambrosia would have eventually returned to the herd, but with Donatello at her side, reminding her daily of who she left behind, she had returned much sooner to her pumpkin king.
Just the thought of Skelly put a small smile on Ambrosia’s face. There was something about him, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. But, he had trapped her heart. And, while she missed her nomadic life and the adventures that ensued as a result, she knew that she would never leave again. Her homecoming had been bitter sweet, especially seeing how much Michelangelo had grown in her absence. It had been at that moment that Ambrosia had realized that she could never leave her family again.
As Ambrosia walked, it soon became evident that she was in heat again. Her scent entered the air and wafting away on the soft breeze that lazily wove its way around the dessert, gently picking up her mane and tail with it. She was torn by this. As much as Ro wanted to make Skelly happy and provide more children for him, the only beings he seemed love more than his mares, Ambrosia still hadn’t recovered from the twins. They were almost 2 years old now, but the pregnancy had been a difficult one. She almost didn’t survive it. An involuntary shiver ran its way down her spine, despite the heat, as the fear of dying during childbirth entered her mind. Ambrosia knew she needed to find Skelly soon. He would listen to her if she told him her fears. At least, she hoped he would. To calm her nerves, Ambrosia quietly began to sing the words that she had been humming, “You got me running on sunshine, ain’t no clouds getting in my way. I must be running on sunshine, ain’t no rain getting in my way.” As she sung, Ambrosia made up her mind, and began searching for her stallion
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 7, 2017 11:56:22 GMT -5
It started as what appeared to be a mirage, a hazy figure in the heat of the summer sun that would disappear as soon as you got closer. But instead, it seemed to be coming toward the mare, an etheral specter of white and gold in the form of a horse...with a horn upon its head. A golden horn upon a sea of white, upon the sea of sand. One could almost see the other side, as if they weren't really there. As Ambrosia approached, seemingly to not even notice the creature at the first moment as it blended into the sand, the creature slowed, and it dimmed slightly. It was when Ambrosia began singing that a soft whinny escaped the equine, alerting her to its presence.
"You fears are not needed, the land you walk upon is blessed with the glory of the light. Do not fear the baring of children; you will be blessed with healthy babe and easy labor."
The equine came closer, lowering its horn to the ground and touching the sand, a light flowed from within it and flowed to a circle around Ambrosia, before coming inward and touching her hooves, bathing her in a light as it creeped from the sand up her body. It wouldn't feel like anything.
Before Ambrosia could reply, or react, the horse was gone.
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Post by jenn on Aug 7, 2017 13:01:54 GMT -5
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Ambrosia didn’t notice the image forming before as she walked, even as it grew stronger. It wasn’t uncommon for the desert to play tricks on your eyes, creating images that weren’t really there, and Ro had grown to ignore them now. It was only after the image whinnied did Ambrosia notice the figure, jumping backwards a little as she did so. Ro started at the glowing equine as she spoke, gaping a little at the words it spoke. The lands were ancient, Ambrosia could feel it in her bones, but she had never expected something like this to have ever happened to her.
The words immediately soothed whatever fears Ambrosia had about having another child. She knew that it was her destiny to provide her pumpkin king with another heir. Ambrosia watched in awe as the spirit bowed to her, showering the two-toned mare in an ethereal light. However, before she could thank the spirit, it disappeared. It happened so quickly, Ro wasn’t even sure if the spirit had appeared at all, or if it was all a figment of her imagination. It didn’t matter, though. Ambrosia picked up her pace, wanting to find Skelly as soon as possible. She loved her sons with all her heart, but she couldn’t help but hope for a little filly this time.
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 7, 2017 13:17:30 GMT -5
Okay now time for a real reply:
Skellington Jack had quite the buzz in his mind, and it wasn't because of the fly that had thrown into his ear. No, it was the comical and annoying tyrade that was happening with the group of voices as they gossiped over why the mare had returned, what would happen now, where everything had gone down, what had happened while they were gone...and all the other things that the voices, and Skellington, were wondering. Shock was the only quiet one, brooding about why the mare had left in the first place still, without even so much as a goodbye. It had certainly hurt her Skellington, and whether he was the same or not after it had remained to be seen. The mare had come back in like she owned the place, like she had never left, and like Skellington was supposed to not care why she had been gone. Like he was supposed to fall all over himself welcoming her back and beg for her never to leave again. And while begging certainly wasn't beneath him, he was weary of the damage that had been done to Michelangelo's psyche. Sure, he had had mares leave foals with him, dumping the unwanted refuse on him...but he had thought Ambrosia was different. He had thought she cared...and yet, she'd left, taking the sane son and leaving the insane one with him. What was he to think? What was he to do and say and react to that when she suddenly popped back up?
He snorted, it was time for him to find out. No more beating around the cactus and avoiding it, no, not anymore. He had to find out and confront her, so that he could explain it in a way Michelangelo would understand. All other thoughts aside, and with a squeal to hush the voices so he could think properly, he flared his nostrils and drew in the scents of the nature around them. Following his nose, he made his way toward her scent, her sweet perfume tormenting his every instinct. But this time...she would need to do some convincing. He would not let her leave another child like she had done to Mikey. He would not risk another broken child.
He snorted as he spotted her, missing the visit by the stallion, and staying a few yards away from her so that temptation would not take control. He stomped a hoof, though the sound was muffled by the sand of his desert home.
"Ambrosia."
It was the first time he had ever referred to a mare by their true name, and it felt...off. Awful, even. His ear flicked back at it, his tongue sticking out for a moment as he tried to wash the taste of the word from his mouth. He remembered all of their names, and thought rather they suited them...but the pet names were his thing, and it showed he cared. This just made him sound angry and hateful, when he still dearly loved the mare-he was just concerned. Perhaps it was age getting on him, perhaps it was the strangeness of all the things that had happened of late, but he was growing paranoid.
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Post by jenn on Aug 8, 2017 21:36:52 GMT -5
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Ambrosia didn’t have to wander too long before Skelly’s image, hazy in the heat, came into view. She didn’t need a sharp image to know it was him. It was more than just his telltale black and white pelt. It was the way that he carried himself. Subconsciously, Ro felt herself perk up. She pranced a little bit as she picked up the pace, wanting to short the distance between herself and her pumpkin king. Since her return, they hadn’t spent much time together. Ambrosia knew that it was difficult, especially with the several additions over the last few months, but she couldn’t help but be jealous of those Skelly was spending time with.
Ears were pricked forward in happiness as they approached, whickering softly as Ro slowed to a stop. She opened her mouth to voice her greeting, but before she could utter a word, Skellly’s single utterance stopped her in her tracks. Her name sounded weird coming from his maw. He had only called her Ambrosia once that she could remember, and that was after she had introduced herself to him. He had quickly renamed her his Painted Lady, a name that she loved coming from him. Ambrosia could feel her heart breaking, knowing that she was to blame. She had been the one who had left, who had abandoned her family. It seemed like her only way out at the time, the weight of her responsibilities suffocating her. Ro saw the error of her ways, at first in Mikey’s eyes, and now in Skelly’s. If Ambrosia had known the damage she was causing by leaving, she would have stayed. But, it was too late for what ifs. Now, she had to fix what she had broken. Stuttering a bit, Ambrosia bowed her head and said, “My liege.” The words sounded foreign coming from her mouth, talking to the one she loved. Ro had never been this formal with Skelly, but if that was what it was going to take to win his trust back, she would.
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 9, 2017 18:30:49 GMT -5
Skellington looked to her, seeing the hurt look on her face. He frowned, nickering and reaching his muzzle out to her. He only stopped in stretching his muzzle out when the words escaped her lips of my liege, and his ears pinned back in almost anger as he recoiled his cranium to look upon her. They flicked forward quickly though as he tilted his head, and he made up his mind.
"I'll make you a deal..."
His voice was more of a purr, and he reached his muzzle out nipping at her playfully again.
"You never ever call me that blasted thing again..."
He took a few steps closer now, bringing in her scent to his nares. He couldn't help himself as he buried his face in her shoulder, nares flaring with it. Of course his head was not entirely in the game, this close to her her pheromones were overpowering...but he had to stay strong, talk it out with her. He sighed as he rested his head against her shoulder a moment, before lifting his head and draping it over her withers. With a snort, he bent his neck trying to pull her closer.
"Mine."
He said, quite definitely and quite possesively. He had missed her, something awful, and there was no point in being weary of her. She was back again, just like Grim had come back to him. Why should he deny her his company? The voices murmured, bored already of the scene that was going on without the steamy bits of sex and yelling and all that should have accompanied it. They wanted action! Not cuddling. He sighed, he wouldn't ask if she didn't want to tell. He knew this life wasn't for everyone, and he wouldn't push the matter. But what did worry him, was the state of his son.
"Have you...have you talked with Michelangelo yet, my dear Painted Lady?"
He raised his head from her, looking at her eyes. There were mixed emotions within them, and he nickered softly, reaching out and nudging her muzzle.
"He stood every day you were gone, even after I had lost all hope, waiting for you and his brother to return..."
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Post by jenn on Aug 10, 2017 9:09:51 GMT -5
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Skelly’s persona completely changed after the words left her lips. She felt her heart sink as she saw anger flash through her body language. She took a step back, afraid that she had just caused more damage to their already fragile relationship. It was times like this that she resented Donatello for forcing her back. Sometimes, she thought it would have just been better if she remained away, allowed Skelly and Mikey to believe that she had died in her travels. Ambrosia loved her family, there was no question of that, but the hurt of her returned seemed to be causing so much distress, she couldn’t help but wonder if they would have been better off without her.
However, the moment passed quickly, and the words uttered from Skellington were gentle, not a hint of anger that had flashed just previously. Ro could feel tears beginning to sting her eyes as relief washed over her, but she refused to let them fall. Ambrosia did not deserve the pity. She had the caused the damage by leaving, she was the one who had to seek out forgiveness. As her pumpkin king wrapped himself around her, pulling her closer, that single word gave Ambrosia the courage to say, “I’m so sorry, my pumpkin king, that I left. I had become so overwhelmed with my responsibilities of a mother and felt suffocated by them, I couldn’t take it anymore. I thought that running away was my only way out.” Eyes downcast, embarrassment thickly woven in her words as she continued, ”I realize now that it was a mistake. I should have talked to you, not run away like a coward. And for that, I am sorry. I know my actions hurt you, and I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you.”
The mere mention of Mikey was enough to make her heart drop. Her poor son. He had been so young when Ambrosia had left, which only made the abandonment 10x stronger. She had tried to speak with him, to apologize, but she wasn’t sure if it had made much of a difference. Sighing, Ambrosia turned back, gently nuzzling Skellington, before saying, “I have, and I’m not sure I will ever be able to reverse the damage I’ve caused. He’s so angry, nothing I say seems to have any difference. I don’t know how to help him.” The tears that had been threatening to fall finally slipped out as Ambrosia whispered, “I’m a terrible mother who doesn’t deserve our wonderful boys.”
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Post by Ostrich on Sept 8, 2017 17:06:19 GMT -5
"Shhh...Shhh..my pretty pretty Painted Lady, say those words ni again."
He stood there, not knowing in that moment how to comfort her. The voices in his head were speechless for once, something he never thought would happen. They had never been quiet in their whole existence. He drew in a breath and stepped closer to her, wrapping his muzzle over her neck and pulling her close to him, nuzzling against her. He wasn't going to let her leave him ever again, nor was he going to blame her for leaving. He hadn't thought he'd ever see her again, he wasn't about to lose her by doing the wrong thing and putting the blame on her. Yes, he was upset...but not moving past it, dwelling on it...it would only make it worse.
"Shh, my pretty Painted Lady. You've come back, and that's all that matters. We're together again, and together we'll make it up to the boys and we'll show them how much we love them."
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Post by jenn on Sept 13, 2017 18:32:15 GMT -5
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Skelly’s words did little to comfort Ambrosia, although it did bring some relief knowing that he didn’t hate her. It would have been all too easy to agree with the words that she had finally vocalized, words that had been playing in her head and heart over and over again since she had returned. Ro could feel the tension that had been building in her muscles as a result of the anxiety from the conversation begin to melt away as her pumpkin king held her closer. After he had spoken, Ambrosia stood quietly, taking in his scent. It was one that she hadn’t forgotten in all of her travels, despite on the new smells she experienced. It was at that moment that Ambrosia realized just how homesick she had been.
Finally, Ambrosia murmured softly, the sadness still evident in her voice as she spoke, “I just don’t know what to do.” She stared at the ground, ashamed of the words she spoke next as she continued, “I feel lost, purposeless.” It was the first time in her life that Ambrosia had uttered such words. She had been forced to grow up at such a young age, and as a result, had become fiercely independent. But, also for the first time in her life, Ambrosia had something to lose. She had almost lost her family once, she wasn’t about to do it again.
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 6, 2018 15:58:43 GMT -5
"My dear, I often feel like that. I feel as though mares just see me as a pretty sperm donor. At least with raising a child, you have to give it milk and nutrients and teach it things...I'm just sort of there, with my face hanging out."
He snorted, shaking his head a bit. His ear itched a little so he moved slightly away, going toward the cactus and rubbing it against it. He wasn't all there today, that was pretty clear. So many thoughts were whirling through his head, being swatted like flies by the crew inside.
He yelped as the cactus burrs stuck in his ear, pouting mildly as he turned back to Ambrosia. His ears flicked a few times before he marched over and nudged her, as if asking for help but not really saying it. Although, his head shot up for a moment and he grinned sheepishly to her.
"You know, you could be a mother again, now that the boys are mostly grown. Then you'd feel you had a purpose again; raising them, teaching the boys to be good little big brothers, all of that. You're not alone my dear."
He nudged her again though, the cactus burrs were really starting to sting, and he would really like some help removing them. They were awfully close to his eye; so he was afraid to try and remove them himself.
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Post by jenn on Aug 8, 2018 9:59:03 GMT -5
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Ambrosia stamped a foot in anger at Skelly’s next words, ears pinned back slightly. She’d like to have words with the mare or mares who made Skelly feel that way. Ro had known stallions who had acted like sperm donors, impregnating the mares of the herd and then lazing around as the ladies cared for the children. Skellington was anything but that. He always took an active role in caring for the young of the herd, and there was no denying that he loved all of his children very much. Snorting, Ambrosia said to him fiercely, “I never want to hear you call yourself that again. You are much more than that. Mikey wouldn’t be who he is without you.” Softening her tones a little, she nuzzled Skelly’s neck gently and continued, “I can’t speak for everyone, but I know our boys love you very much, and they wouldn’t be growing up to be great stallions without your influence.”
Ambrosia watched her pumpkin king carefully as he walked a few steps away without announcing his intentions, curious to what he was doing. She had her answer quickly, though. Before she could tell him not to, he began to scratch his head on a cactus. Ro winced in sympathy as the sharp burrs from the pricked foliage got caught on his ears. Skelly didn’t even have to nudge her, Ambrosia wanted to help her pumpkin king escape his predicament the moment her returned to where she was standing. As Ro reached her neck over to gently pull the burr out with her teeth, but before she could reach it, Skelly’s head shot straight up and out of her reach.
Skellington’s next words shocked Ambrosia. Her jaw went slightly slack and her eyes widened. Quickly, she recovered and said softly, “Are you sure my pumpkin king?” She wanted to try again. Ro promised herself that this time, she’d be a better mother. But did Skelly trust her to do a better job raising their child? As she waited for a response, she began the task of untangling Skelly from the burrs, carefully grabbing them between her teeth so as to avoid pricking her own tongue and face on their cruel spikes, and gently pulling them from Skelly’s black and white fur.
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Post by Ostrich on Aug 26, 2018 22:54:54 GMT -5
Skellington Jack was the confused one, that was for sure in this moment. But there was one thing that he wasn't confused about, and all the voices agreed; him and Ambrosia had made some very darling babies, even if one of them was too smart for his own good and the other one was looney even by Skellington's standards. He winced only slightly as she pulled the burrs from his face, wondering why on earth he had even done that in the first place. Well, he knew why, he was trying to give Oogie something else to oogle at instead of at Ambrosia...Civil had not screamed in forever, and he was beginning to wonder if one of the voices in his head had finally died off. He would miss her, the last little bit he had of his darling sister, but it was for the best.
"OOOOOWWWW..."
He cried out; wincing as painfully as ever as the thought of being able to breed a mare without the deafening scream of his sister in his head was drowned out by the deafening scream of his sister, busting out of the bathroom closet having been god knows where for how many years. He snorted and shook his head, staring at the ground a moment before shutting his eyes tight and pretending that he wasn't looking at anything and never had seen a pretty mare he'd like to make more babies with, as he tried his best to respond to Ambrosia to tell her yes he wanted more babies with her, because they'd be pretty.
"Donnie turned out well with your guidance. I'd like to see how we both do as parents, working together. So yes. yes indeed I am sure."
The screaming did not subside and all the voices had to cover their ears to drown out the blood curdling scream of the horse in his head, a memory locked away that unleashed every time he thought about breeding...He should be used to it by now but no, no, it was one of those things that you could never get used to.
"Oh come now, come now, let's get on with it so she'll shut up..."
He opened his eyes and looked to Ambrosia, hunger and lust in his eyes as he just wanted it all to be over with and done with. There wasn't time for consent, wasn't the are you sure enough? He'd have to assume it was, his thoughts drowned out by the screaming ringing in his head. With a huff, still having burrs in his face he moved to her rump and mounted; the burrs on his lower face scraping against her flank a little as he threw himself on top of her. He didn't have time to spare as the cries just grew louder at the task at hand, but before long the deed was done. Huffing and puffing he dismounted, flopping down into the sand a moment and forgetting the burrs let his face hit it, forcing them in further. He yelped, but did not stand just yet, letting his brain stop vibrating from the reverberations of the scream. It took him a moment to catch his breath enough to speak, then realized after a moment that perhaps that was an awful thing to do...and well, easier to ask forgiveness then permission sometimes, right?
"Shit. Um. You did want us to, didn't you?"
He raised his head, wincing the eye with the burrs around it, as he looked to Ambrosia, hoping that she wouldn't be too awfully angry with him.
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Post by jenn on Sept 5, 2018 11:36:55 GMT -5
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Ambrosia winced in sympathy as she pulled the burrs from Skelly’s coat, knowing that he was experiencing more pain than he was letting on. But that was his pumpkin king, always hiding the darkness and pain in order to protect his herd. A wave of guilt passed over Ro as she realized how much more she had hurt the stallion, more than he would ever let on. She’d never make that mistake again. Skelly didn’t deserve that. Ambrosia was shaken from her thoughts as Skellington let out a howl, Ambrosia assumed from a particularly embedded burr. She nickered her apologies and paused what she was doing to nuzzle his cheek gently, careful to avoid the remaining burrs.
Ambrosia stared at her pumpkin king as he moved his head to stare intently on the ground. She scanned the sands quickly, making sure that there was nothing there, before returning her gaze to the stallion, concern evident on her features. Oh how she wished she could read his mind sometimes. Ro knew that he was fighting with something in his head, but he would never burden anyone else with his problems.
After a moment, Skellington finally responded to Ro’s earlier question. His words warmed her heart. Ambrosia knew she had a long journey to completely repair their relationship. It wasn’t something that was going to be fixed overnight. But, this was at least a step in the right direction. She’d do things right this time, and they’d be able to raise this child together.
However, before Ambrosia could reply, Skelly was advancing, lust in his eyes. Even if she had wanted to change her mind, there was no turning back now. Things moved quickly, almost too quickly for Ambrosia. One minute, Skelly was in front of her, the next, she could feel his weight on top of her. Her legs buckled slightly under the increased weight, not having the time to brace herself. Ro’s eyes rolled back, trying to get a look at Skellington, to see if this was his way of punishing her, but she couldn’t see his face. The burrs that Ambrosia hadn’t been able to remove from Skelly’s head began to snag on her two-toned pelt, but before they could dislodge and reattach, her pumpkin king had removed himself from her back and collapsed on the ground.
Ambrosia turned to face her Skellington, her legs trembling slightly after holding both of their weight. She could see the apology in his eyes, even before he had spoken, and Ro knew that he had gotten caught up in the moment. Lowering her head, Ro whickered softly and lipped at Skelly’s forelock, murmuring, “I did my pumpkin king, I’m ready to try motherhood again.”
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Post by Ostrich on Sept 18, 2018 15:06:18 GMT -5
OOC: I’m not quite sure where more to go with this right now so this is gonna be a bit of an ending post.
Skellington’s head dropped at the sorrow he felt, unable to control himself as he had just done. It wasn’t until her words echoed in his ears that he raised his head to look at her, searching her eyes-she really did forgive him, no ill will between them. He knew Ambrosia was a strong mare capable of any feat she set her mind to. Motherhood, he knew, she could handle with ease. He nuzzled her gently, looking to her stomach with a smile.
“We’ll do it right this time.”
He glanced toward the sky, their journey to the other herd lands would soon begin. What lay ahead for the herd?
“We should get to the meeting spot, it’s almost time.”
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