Paola: Roleplayed by Myself.
Freyr: Roleplayed by Antiverse.
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Freyr;
The sky was bright with stars, glimmering spheres of burning gas hundreds of light-years away, lending their light to those who lived far below them. The moon itself was a mere sliver, but the intensity of the stars was more than enough to light Freyr's way. He lived for the night – it was one of his few quiet moments. His work consisted of waking the sun each morning and putting her to rest each night, and so daytime was always busy.
Freyr had spent the earlier part of the evening arguing with his twin sister, Freyja, over his treatment of one of her subjects. He couldn't even remember the mare's name, which had only driven his sister madder. But now he was alone, and he relished in the silence of the night.
The lean, muscular stallion heaved a sigh as he passed beneath a willow tree, winding his way down an all-too-familiar path. He was headed to his favourite pond, where he usually found someone to seduce. He adored mares. He loved their curves, their scent, their touch. He craved their attention like an addict craves a fix. In some ways, he was an addict – a love addict. Not even love, though, you couldn't call what he felt for his consorts love. More so lust. Either way, he needed that attention to survive. When one spends the majority of their time alone with their thoughts and a million prayers, it was only to be expected that one needed company.
And he got it. Nightly. Who could resist a handsome specimen like himself? Maybe Freyja. But she was his sister, so that didn't count. Albeit being thousands of years old, he still looked like a young horse. The perks of being a God.
Finally he arrived at his destination, only to find that, to his dismay, the pond was empty, with not a soul to be seen. “Well, isn't this great…” he sighed, approaching the water. “Guess I'll be spending tonight alone.”
Paola;
Paola stepped nervously through the woods, unsure of were she should go. Her hooves crackled dead leaves and sticks. She shouldn't be out this late, she hated the night. But earlier that afternoon she had gotten frustrated with another mare, and went walking in the woods. Lost in thought, she had stumbled into unknown settings, and was now dangerously trying to find her way back into more familiar settings.
Not thinking of were she was going, she tripped right into the path of a huge stallion. Skidding around in front of him, she finally regained her footing. Embarrassed, she apologized. She lifted her head for a second to look up at the stallion. He was a gorgeous bay roan with a beautiful thick blaze running down his face and his cheeks. His glistening gold orange eyes caught her attention the most, and she quickly looked back down, realizing she was staring.
Freyr;
As he stood there staring at his reflection in the slightly rippling water, he could hear a faint rustling sound coming from the woods behind him. Freyr's ears flicked backwards, following the sounds as they meandered through the woods, coming closer. From the rhythm of the crunching, he could already guess that this was likely another horse. And a smaller one, at that. Could it be? A mare?
Before he had the chance to so much as turn around, however, there she was, almost crashing into him as she stumbled out of the woods and right in front of him. He chuckled – I mean, what a klutz! – and stopped almost as soon as the sound had left his throat. She was /beautiful/. Quite possibly one of the most beautiful mares he had seen in the last hundred years. And he'd never seen markings quite like her's. A smirk spread across his lips as he traced the shape of her frame with his eyes, indulging himself in a lingering glance at her rear before snapping his attention back to her face. And then he was caught. Her eyes nearly mirrored his own, Somehow soft, yet vibrant orange, as if they were lit from within. She wore a flower tucked behind her ear.
Freyr simply stood there and stared at her for a long, drawn-out moment, before finding his voice. “That's fine, love. Just fine.” He drew in a long breath, trying to find the appropriate words. Usually, once he identified his target, the words just flew from his lips, suave and cool and all seduction. But this one… Where had she come from? Was this some thing his sister had conjured to lure him into a trap? No, Freyja wasn't that imaginative. This mare had to be the real thing.
“Are you alright?” He barely noticed her stare – he was used to it. He had garnered a great deal of attention from birth and would until death, so this did not bother him in the least. But he found that he /liked/ her stare, more so than the lusty stares of all the past consorts and the envious glares he received from stallions who wanted to be him. “My name is Freyr.”
Paola;
Paola ducked her head in humiliation, then noticed the stallion was looking at her. She glanced back at him and started staring again. “Are you alright?” He asked her. She couldn't even speak for a moment, but he gave her a strange look and she quickly muttered, “Oh, yes, I'm fine..” He didn't seem to be bothered by her staring at him, so she mustered up the courage to look him right into the eyes. Those handsome eyes..
“My name is Freyr.” He said to her, then looked at her, waiting for a response. She was still tongue tied, but she managed to say: “My name is Paola.” She wanted to ask him more questions, but she didn't seem to know what to say. “So…where are you from?” She finally asked, curious about the handsome stallion.
Maybe if he lived close she could see him again..
Freyr;
The muscles of his face twitched and he could feel himself beginning to grin. The awkwardness radiating from this mare was amusing. He'd always had that effect on the opposite sex – and sometimes, in rare cases, the same. It had something to do with his being divine, they'd decided. Other creatures seemed innately drawn to both Freyr and his sister. It wasn't her fault, and he didn't want to make her feel more awkward, so he strained to contain the grin. It worked – to a point, although he was sure she'd seen it. Oh, well. Wait, what had she said? P-something. Shit. Pamela? Ugh, no. Pala? Closer.
“Paola.” That's the one. “An interesting name.” He shifted his weight, relaxing some after tensing up during their near-collision. He could see a spark of curiosity in her eyes, something that he didn't see too often. Most folks he met weren't interested in who he was, where he'd come from, unless they already knew who he was and where he'd come from. She clearly did not – not that he blamed her, as he'd been born far from here. “I'm from the North.”
He forced himself to look away from her, to leave the warmth of her eyes and look up at the cool, steady shimmer of the stars. “Where are you from? And what are you doing out so late?” She didn't look like the type who came to this area looking for trouble in the middle of the night. She had also looked rather frightened before she'd come to the realization that he wasn't going to hurt her.
Freyr was always cautious about sharing too much of himself with mortals. Even he had enemies, however few. Some would even go so far as to kill him, which is why he and Freyja left their homeland in the first place. But that wasn't something he was about to share with a mare he had just met, particularly not this one. He didn't feel the desire to share the negative aspects of his life with her, only the positive. And perhaps whatever the future held, if he didn't scare her away. Some couldn't handle the idea that he was a deity in another land.
Paola;
Paola blushed when Freyr said her name was interesting. “It means small..I guess it fits me.” She replied with a little laugh. There was something about the big stallion that she liked. Most stallions like him intimidated her, but Freyr was different. She took another lingering look at him, then hesitantly looked away.
“Where are you from? And what are you doing out so late?” He asked her. “I'm from the west, through the forest. I needed to calm down..after getting in a fight with one of the other mares. So I came out here.” She responded. They stood in awkward silence for several moments, trying to figure out what to say. Freyr didn't seem to be very open to questions, so she didn't ask him anything else.
“Well, I guess I should head back home.” Paola finally said. She turned around and started walking back towards the woods, where she thought she had come from. She lingered for a moment, hoping he would say something or invite her to stay with him.
Freyr;
Freyr chuckled as she explained her name's meaning. Small. He supposed she /was/ fairly small, at least compared to him. But he was also a stallion, and a tall one at that. “A little bird, lost in the woods.” He liked the sound of that – little bird. He wished she could be his little bird. Where did that come from? He shook the thought, It wasn't like him to become possessive of mares, any mares, particularly one he'd just met.
West. He doubted she had ever been to his neck of the woods, far and away to the north, where it snowed nine months of the year. Freyr was fairly certain that Paola had never even seen snow. Maybe, if they kept in touch, he could take her there some day on his ship. Again with the future plans out of nowhere! He needed to stop. She had yet to express any interest in him, despite the way she stared, the way her eyes shimmered when she looked at him (although that could just be the effect of the moon, and the colour of those eyes). Regularly, he would be the one to make the first move, to hit on whichever mare he was dealing with that night, but her… if anything were to happen between them, he didn't want to push it. Let her initiate it.
Freyr was lost in thought when he heard the words ‘head back home’. “Wait, what?” She was already walking away. His stomach dropped. For one, she shouldn't be wandering alone through the woods – there were predators, perhaps not present at this moment, but they were lurking. For another, he didn't /want/ her to go, as much as he was trying to shake the small blossom of affection blooming in his chest. “Paola, wait! You shouldn't go anywhere alone!”
He lunged forwards, closing the gap between them within seconds. “Please, stay. I…” he paused, unsure how to continue. “…I don't want you to go.” He felt warmth flood his face, and he was sure he was blushing, too, like a maid. He stopped in front of her, waited for her to stop, then stepped forwards once, twice, three times, until there was only a fraction of space between them. Freyr inhaled, drawing in her scent, the heady smell of mare, mixed with a hint of floral essence and cinnamon. It was intoxicating.
He stretched out his neck and gently lipped the skin of her neck, then retreated, taking first one, then two, then another step back until he had returned to his original position. “Erm… I'm sorry. I'll go.” Freyr turned, quickly, and began to walk away, slower this time, though, just in case… In case maybe she felt the same intrigue for him that he did for her.
Paola;
Paola continued walking away, realizing that Freyr probably didn't care. But suddenly he raced out behind her, saying: “Wait, you shouldn't go anywhere alone! .. I don't want you to go.” Paola saw to the heat rise to his face, and blushed herself. She felt her eyes drift over his soft eyes, handsome face, and muscular body. She quickly looked back at his face, feeling the heat rise to her face again. Why did she keep doing that? She felt like kicking herself.
Freyr seemed interested in her too. He suddenly stretched out and lipped her neck, then retreated. Paola stood frozen to the ground, blushing. She should have been used to it, she had had stallions hit on her before. But this was different, Freyr seemed so handsome and powerful, it was hard not to be breathless when you saw him. She felt a little leap of joy in her heart that he had picked her to like. But then again, he had probably fallen in love with other mares before. But still..it made her happy.
Suddenly she saw him walking away, just like she had been a few minutes before. She cantered as fast as her delicate legs could carry her towards him, struggling to keep up with his long strides. But she caught up, breathless. “Well..” She said, unsure of what to say to him. She swallowed hard. He had said he wanted her to stay, so what harm could she cause by asking to stay? “Is it okay if I stay here tonight? I really shouldn't be alone in the night, I can go back in the morning” Truth is, she didn't want to go back to her herd any time! She had been bullied by another mare in her herd consistently, and she was getting rather tired of it." She smiled softly at him. He looked gorgeous in the shining moonlight.
To be continued!
Freyr: Roleplayed by Antiverse.
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Freyr;
The sky was bright with stars, glimmering spheres of burning gas hundreds of light-years away, lending their light to those who lived far below them. The moon itself was a mere sliver, but the intensity of the stars was more than enough to light Freyr's way. He lived for the night – it was one of his few quiet moments. His work consisted of waking the sun each morning and putting her to rest each night, and so daytime was always busy.
Freyr had spent the earlier part of the evening arguing with his twin sister, Freyja, over his treatment of one of her subjects. He couldn't even remember the mare's name, which had only driven his sister madder. But now he was alone, and he relished in the silence of the night.
The lean, muscular stallion heaved a sigh as he passed beneath a willow tree, winding his way down an all-too-familiar path. He was headed to his favourite pond, where he usually found someone to seduce. He adored mares. He loved their curves, their scent, their touch. He craved their attention like an addict craves a fix. In some ways, he was an addict – a love addict. Not even love, though, you couldn't call what he felt for his consorts love. More so lust. Either way, he needed that attention to survive. When one spends the majority of their time alone with their thoughts and a million prayers, it was only to be expected that one needed company.
And he got it. Nightly. Who could resist a handsome specimen like himself? Maybe Freyja. But she was his sister, so that didn't count. Albeit being thousands of years old, he still looked like a young horse. The perks of being a God.
Finally he arrived at his destination, only to find that, to his dismay, the pond was empty, with not a soul to be seen. “Well, isn't this great…” he sighed, approaching the water. “Guess I'll be spending tonight alone.”
Paola;
Paola stepped nervously through the woods, unsure of were she should go. Her hooves crackled dead leaves and sticks. She shouldn't be out this late, she hated the night. But earlier that afternoon she had gotten frustrated with another mare, and went walking in the woods. Lost in thought, she had stumbled into unknown settings, and was now dangerously trying to find her way back into more familiar settings.
Not thinking of were she was going, she tripped right into the path of a huge stallion. Skidding around in front of him, she finally regained her footing. Embarrassed, she apologized. She lifted her head for a second to look up at the stallion. He was a gorgeous bay roan with a beautiful thick blaze running down his face and his cheeks. His glistening gold orange eyes caught her attention the most, and she quickly looked back down, realizing she was staring.
Freyr;
As he stood there staring at his reflection in the slightly rippling water, he could hear a faint rustling sound coming from the woods behind him. Freyr's ears flicked backwards, following the sounds as they meandered through the woods, coming closer. From the rhythm of the crunching, he could already guess that this was likely another horse. And a smaller one, at that. Could it be? A mare?
Before he had the chance to so much as turn around, however, there she was, almost crashing into him as she stumbled out of the woods and right in front of him. He chuckled – I mean, what a klutz! – and stopped almost as soon as the sound had left his throat. She was /beautiful/. Quite possibly one of the most beautiful mares he had seen in the last hundred years. And he'd never seen markings quite like her's. A smirk spread across his lips as he traced the shape of her frame with his eyes, indulging himself in a lingering glance at her rear before snapping his attention back to her face. And then he was caught. Her eyes nearly mirrored his own, Somehow soft, yet vibrant orange, as if they were lit from within. She wore a flower tucked behind her ear.
Freyr simply stood there and stared at her for a long, drawn-out moment, before finding his voice. “That's fine, love. Just fine.” He drew in a long breath, trying to find the appropriate words. Usually, once he identified his target, the words just flew from his lips, suave and cool and all seduction. But this one… Where had she come from? Was this some thing his sister had conjured to lure him into a trap? No, Freyja wasn't that imaginative. This mare had to be the real thing.
“Are you alright?” He barely noticed her stare – he was used to it. He had garnered a great deal of attention from birth and would until death, so this did not bother him in the least. But he found that he /liked/ her stare, more so than the lusty stares of all the past consorts and the envious glares he received from stallions who wanted to be him. “My name is Freyr.”
Paola;
Paola ducked her head in humiliation, then noticed the stallion was looking at her. She glanced back at him and started staring again. “Are you alright?” He asked her. She couldn't even speak for a moment, but he gave her a strange look and she quickly muttered, “Oh, yes, I'm fine..” He didn't seem to be bothered by her staring at him, so she mustered up the courage to look him right into the eyes. Those handsome eyes..
“My name is Freyr.” He said to her, then looked at her, waiting for a response. She was still tongue tied, but she managed to say: “My name is Paola.” She wanted to ask him more questions, but she didn't seem to know what to say. “So…where are you from?” She finally asked, curious about the handsome stallion.
Maybe if he lived close she could see him again..
Freyr;
The muscles of his face twitched and he could feel himself beginning to grin. The awkwardness radiating from this mare was amusing. He'd always had that effect on the opposite sex – and sometimes, in rare cases, the same. It had something to do with his being divine, they'd decided. Other creatures seemed innately drawn to both Freyr and his sister. It wasn't her fault, and he didn't want to make her feel more awkward, so he strained to contain the grin. It worked – to a point, although he was sure she'd seen it. Oh, well. Wait, what had she said? P-something. Shit. Pamela? Ugh, no. Pala? Closer.
“Paola.” That's the one. “An interesting name.” He shifted his weight, relaxing some after tensing up during their near-collision. He could see a spark of curiosity in her eyes, something that he didn't see too often. Most folks he met weren't interested in who he was, where he'd come from, unless they already knew who he was and where he'd come from. She clearly did not – not that he blamed her, as he'd been born far from here. “I'm from the North.”
He forced himself to look away from her, to leave the warmth of her eyes and look up at the cool, steady shimmer of the stars. “Where are you from? And what are you doing out so late?” She didn't look like the type who came to this area looking for trouble in the middle of the night. She had also looked rather frightened before she'd come to the realization that he wasn't going to hurt her.
Freyr was always cautious about sharing too much of himself with mortals. Even he had enemies, however few. Some would even go so far as to kill him, which is why he and Freyja left their homeland in the first place. But that wasn't something he was about to share with a mare he had just met, particularly not this one. He didn't feel the desire to share the negative aspects of his life with her, only the positive. And perhaps whatever the future held, if he didn't scare her away. Some couldn't handle the idea that he was a deity in another land.
Paola;
Paola blushed when Freyr said her name was interesting. “It means small..I guess it fits me.” She replied with a little laugh. There was something about the big stallion that she liked. Most stallions like him intimidated her, but Freyr was different. She took another lingering look at him, then hesitantly looked away.
“Where are you from? And what are you doing out so late?” He asked her. “I'm from the west, through the forest. I needed to calm down..after getting in a fight with one of the other mares. So I came out here.” She responded. They stood in awkward silence for several moments, trying to figure out what to say. Freyr didn't seem to be very open to questions, so she didn't ask him anything else.
“Well, I guess I should head back home.” Paola finally said. She turned around and started walking back towards the woods, where she thought she had come from. She lingered for a moment, hoping he would say something or invite her to stay with him.
Freyr;
Freyr chuckled as she explained her name's meaning. Small. He supposed she /was/ fairly small, at least compared to him. But he was also a stallion, and a tall one at that. “A little bird, lost in the woods.” He liked the sound of that – little bird. He wished she could be his little bird. Where did that come from? He shook the thought, It wasn't like him to become possessive of mares, any mares, particularly one he'd just met.
West. He doubted she had ever been to his neck of the woods, far and away to the north, where it snowed nine months of the year. Freyr was fairly certain that Paola had never even seen snow. Maybe, if they kept in touch, he could take her there some day on his ship. Again with the future plans out of nowhere! He needed to stop. She had yet to express any interest in him, despite the way she stared, the way her eyes shimmered when she looked at him (although that could just be the effect of the moon, and the colour of those eyes). Regularly, he would be the one to make the first move, to hit on whichever mare he was dealing with that night, but her… if anything were to happen between them, he didn't want to push it. Let her initiate it.
Freyr was lost in thought when he heard the words ‘head back home’. “Wait, what?” She was already walking away. His stomach dropped. For one, she shouldn't be wandering alone through the woods – there were predators, perhaps not present at this moment, but they were lurking. For another, he didn't /want/ her to go, as much as he was trying to shake the small blossom of affection blooming in his chest. “Paola, wait! You shouldn't go anywhere alone!”
He lunged forwards, closing the gap between them within seconds. “Please, stay. I…” he paused, unsure how to continue. “…I don't want you to go.” He felt warmth flood his face, and he was sure he was blushing, too, like a maid. He stopped in front of her, waited for her to stop, then stepped forwards once, twice, three times, until there was only a fraction of space between them. Freyr inhaled, drawing in her scent, the heady smell of mare, mixed with a hint of floral essence and cinnamon. It was intoxicating.
He stretched out his neck and gently lipped the skin of her neck, then retreated, taking first one, then two, then another step back until he had returned to his original position. “Erm… I'm sorry. I'll go.” Freyr turned, quickly, and began to walk away, slower this time, though, just in case… In case maybe she felt the same intrigue for him that he did for her.
Paola;
Paola continued walking away, realizing that Freyr probably didn't care. But suddenly he raced out behind her, saying: “Wait, you shouldn't go anywhere alone! .. I don't want you to go.” Paola saw to the heat rise to his face, and blushed herself. She felt her eyes drift over his soft eyes, handsome face, and muscular body. She quickly looked back at his face, feeling the heat rise to her face again. Why did she keep doing that? She felt like kicking herself.
Freyr seemed interested in her too. He suddenly stretched out and lipped her neck, then retreated. Paola stood frozen to the ground, blushing. She should have been used to it, she had had stallions hit on her before. But this was different, Freyr seemed so handsome and powerful, it was hard not to be breathless when you saw him. She felt a little leap of joy in her heart that he had picked her to like. But then again, he had probably fallen in love with other mares before. But still..it made her happy.
Suddenly she saw him walking away, just like she had been a few minutes before. She cantered as fast as her delicate legs could carry her towards him, struggling to keep up with his long strides. But she caught up, breathless. “Well..” She said, unsure of what to say to him. She swallowed hard. He had said he wanted her to stay, so what harm could she cause by asking to stay? “Is it okay if I stay here tonight? I really shouldn't be alone in the night, I can go back in the morning” Truth is, she didn't want to go back to her herd any time! She had been bullied by another mare in her herd consistently, and she was getting rather tired of it." She smiled softly at him. He looked gorgeous in the shining moonlight.
To be continued!