Maybe (Angelus)

[nala]

The months had been kind. Much had changed. It was as if everything was different, and yet the desert herd remained as constant as ever. Nakita huffed the ground softly before returning her newly observant gaze to her boisterous, growing son. The first wife of Angelus was still frighteningly thin, but she clung to the image out of habit rather then illness. She looked beautiful thin, or so she thought. And, of course, frightening was kind of their, the desert herd's, thing. "Marius." She called out in her slightly rasping voice. It was still cold but it carried a sickeningly sweet edge to it when she spoke to her son. "Be still." She positioned her head to the side, her gaze falling on her second born, Lacey. The little mare displayed all of the signals the herd ever needed. She was a gifted one.

"Your father approaches." It was all rather formal, humorous almost in its strictness. Nakita was never harsh with her girls, merely not present, nor in her younger years. Yet, as the months passed, and her strength grew, the formality she displayed grew to an almost callous way. The cause was her ultimate focus. That was, at least, when her husband was out of touching distance.

Lacey returned to her business in the distance, the ever present humming gracing her mother's ears momentarily before it was lost in its monotony. "Come here." She barked, her son, nearly three months old now, jumping to her side at the order rather than ditsing around as any other young one would have. The mare offered her grooming abilities, straightening the colt's forelock as they stood side by side.

Nakita shivered as she waited, her skin lit ablaze with the all too familiar feeling that fell over her when Angelus approached. They were magnets, opposite in their attraction, from her fragility to his strength, her quiet effectiveness to his powerful rule. She needed him. He was the only thing that had pulled her threw to this point. No one could have expected the toll child bearing would take on the little desert mare, but the toll it had taken was not something she could have born on her own. Angelus, her demon, had pulled her through.

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Marius was not one for taking direction. That is, unless it was coming from the mare he called mother. Her voice was like a crack of thunder commanding him to run at its very will should he not wish to be struck with lightening. He didn't speak unless spoken to in her presence. He was utterly trained to be her little soldier, and yet, he knew just how important he was to her.

Often, the not so little colt wished to play with his elder siblings, romp about and stretch his legs. But play was a wasted time in the eyes of Nakita. Marius was destined for more. He stifled a cough as he leaped to his mothers command, landing himself a spot just inches from her side. Lacey could be noticed at a distance, her stature rigid for a few moments before she returned to her business. She was called a seer, as in she saw things others didn't. Marius, at times, wished he could be more like her. She was noticed for her abilities rather than herself. Marius was growing tired of the constant drilling of his name and purpose in his head. He was especially sick of the fact that he was to keep all of his training hidden, secret.

The little colt could not wait for his third birthday, or more so his mother couldn't. Then he'd be able to take his abilities into his own hands, show his father who he really was, and prove to his mother just how worthy of her love he really was. He didn't want to be a statistic, but he didn't want to be a product either. Marius would be a known name by the time he was done with it. Even in his youth, mind buzzing with nonsense as he began to make sense of things, he knew he was destined.  

[Silver]

The time for coddling would soon be done for his children. Angelus was beginning to long for the stallion that hid inside of himself, one that had been shuttered away for years due to the company that he kept. It was harder and harder to keep out the visionary, the hard monarch who viewed the future as a desert stretching farther and farther towards the horizon. His sons would lead the herd as kings and nobles and advisors. There would be warriors and spies, and the land would know that the political intrigues of the homeland were far more connected to him than they seemed. Angelus smiled grimly as he followed the scent of his favorite mare, one who had been through much and more, and had come out the other side stronger and more determined.

Nakita was with their daughter and son, but without Juno, who was more than independent these days. He would soon have to have a conversation with her... His ears flickered, catching the sounds around him until he could pinpoint the exact location of the family members he searched for. There was a future for each of his children, and he intended to teach them of their place. Perhaps none as flashy as the place of king, but without them there would be no kingdom at all. Within his family there was much more to know than anyone but he did.

“Nakita!” The call resonated with love, but did not hold all of the (now) unnecessary softness that he had employed during her more fragile state. He strode towards her with purpose, looking intently at their son, a dark colt as healthy as Regina’s Hadrian, but destined for a different future. Perhaps an even more important future than either Nakita or Marius would ever realize. “And our newest prince, one with a future as dark and shadowed as his coat.” His eyes burned with a fire that had glowed in his soul for moons, but was never allowed out. And yet now, there it was, ready to build his kingdom amongst the territories. “You have grown stronger and more beautiful, my desert rose.” The compliment was not frivolous towards Nakita. In truth, he was relieved that she had risen from her depression. He had been helpless before, unable to fix her problems. But now she was better, a stronger mare than when he had first met her. “The desert rose is beautiful, but it is also possessing of great strength in the thorns that it bears and the way that it survives in the dry desert.”

ooc: not as long as yours, but I couldn't hope to keep up!
word count: 430+
tag: nakita, marius
muse: ---

[nala]

Nakita stood still, more still than any rock anyone had ever seen in the desert. She waited, like a snake, before he was close enough to touch. Her breath fell on his chest, for he was, indeed, much taller. Nonetheless, she felt it's hotness bounce back onto her own sweated neck. Her tail silently fell over her son's back, for he was, indeed, much smaller. She looked up to her love, her king, her demon. Eye's catching glimpses of the fire she remembered from the first days they'd spent together. Her weakness had proven to extinguish the flames from her view, and a new excitement ran through her when she saw them again, not only in the eyes of her king, but in the eyes of her coal black children.

"The desert rose prospers." She reached out to him, her lips hovering inches from his skin as she drank in his scent. "It's color mirrored in an admirer's eyes."She let go of her breath, relaxing slightly. Her tail fell from the back of the child, and his face went soft. Nakita always gave mixed signals, and the child was always confused. He hardly ever showed it anymore, it becoming a normal circumstance. His eyes traveled up to his father's, meeting them with a curious intensity. He wanted so badly to know things, to understand. Yet, with his mother, nothing was clear. He sucked in a deep breath, holding it in his lungs while he stood, nearly on tip toe, beside his conflicting mother.