Callynite

She could feel her heart jack hammer, it was a suddenness that had the flowers around her giggling silently. She huffed quietly, nibbling on their petals, even as she ignored them, she was too lost in thought. A thought that has possessed her heart and mind for a week now . . . Or was it that stallion that made up this thought that had possessed her heart, her mind. Even when he wasn't here, he seemed to take over her mind. And she always knew when he wasn't around. She knew when he does. A change in the air, a change in the energies. She recognized his own energy field even if her eyes were closed, and her back to him. She just knew him.

She woke the moment he would leave her side, rolling over to feel the grass still warm from his body heat, and his energy disappearing from the area. She instantly slept easier and cuddled into him when he would return at random. Settling into a deeper sleeper with a sigh of contentment. It's entirely his own fault. He did this too me. He made me fall hopelessly in love with him. A horse, a stallion . . . but then again, I'm part equine now too, aren't I? No longer the graceful cervine I once was. My antlers no longer tangle in the brush. My long limbs no longer carry me with grace through the forest. I've turned into a chubby little pony-deer, when I had once been something grander, older, beautiful. Graceful. Wild.  And yet, he finds me beautiful now. When I look into my reflection and see a chaotic mix of magic, he sees a beautiful creature . . . Would he find me beautiful if he saw me as I wish I could be again?

If one of those portals she was growing more curious about ever turned her into a deer, would he find her as enchanting then. If it turned her back into the antlered, tall, slender mix of a red deer and Irish elk she had once been, would he still chase her. Would he still tug on her forelock, chase her down for some teasing, and gentle touches. Would he shower her with affection? If she returned to her true form, would he still care for her, or would they drift apart . . . No . . . no, she couldn't drift from him. She didn't want to drift from him. She wanted more. She wanted him, she wanted love. She wanted forever, damn it.

Her hooves were carrying her suddenly, with out her even realizing it, and as she trotted out, her expression shifted to determined. She could feel it in the air, something was coming, and she had made a decision about something she could control. And so she began to hunt him down, before the sun had even rose, her cloven hooves carrying her through the land, following the tug of magic, of energies that always seemed to lead to him. The sun was only just beginning to raise as she slowed to a stop at the sea. She glanced towards the sunrise, a faint smile, fitting for what she wanted.

So she turned towards where she could sense his approach, where she could see his form coming into view. She took a few steps towards him, before her voice rang out strong and clear, "Hey, Coyotl!? Whatcha say you wife me up already?" She demanded, with a stomp of her hoof, but a playful smile on her muzzle, and a sparkle to her eye that only ever seemed to appear when he found her again. Yeah, she was ready for a forever, if it was forever with him.


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@Huehuecoyotl
Notes: Permission to PP Coy's approach given by Chaosy. I realized that the only way it would make sense for him to ask her to be his mate is if he knew she was okay with it. And this was so up Cally's alley that I couldn't resist this.
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Callynite

Just like every other time, the moment she saw him, it was like her world slowed down, the ground evened out and she was standing solid. She smiled as she made her way towards him, smiling brightly when he turned her. Her expression was excited, ready to see his reaction, so she spoke, said those life-altering words. Only for him to simply close the distance, muzzle to her shoulder. She paused. That was it? Nothing else? Where was his reaction? SHE JUST ASKED HIM TO MAKE HER HIS WIFE? And then he was startled.

Finally, the reaction she was waiting for, as he pulled back, staring at her. She met his gaze calmly, though her amusement softened to genuine affection as he stuttered over his words, and then, the stallion actually rambled. RAMBLED. Coy was rambling and tongue-tied, and her smile grew softer still, as she stepped up to him, chest to chest, nuzzling his neck, nibbling at where his mane tapered off at his shoulders, "Silly stallion, would I have suggested it otherwise?"

She stepped back, before staring at him expectantly, "Well, aren't you going to ask me?" She demanded, waiting patiently for those official words to come from him, "I'm ready for forever, if you are . . . But I wanna be asked proper." She paused, "And I want at least a ceremony, and a reception not just being dragged up to the mountains." She added after a moment, her expression shifting, almost vulnerable before she hesitated briefly, "I . . . want a ceremony of my people." More than just the exchanging of vows, she wanted the bonding necklaces, the marriage knots her people would wear after making it official, and the sharing of mistletoe berries. Even if it wasn't the official necklaces of her people or the type of magic the berries of her homeland held, she still wanted to be married in the eyes of where she came from too. Even if it was a simple necklaces, and random berries from a random mistletoe. She still wanted it. So that nothing could ever take him away from her.


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@Huehuecoyotl
Notes: <3
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Callynite

Okay, if the doe was being honest, she was starting to feel a little concerned over her stallion's sudden lack of expressing himself. It was the first time she had ever seen him quite like this. So fumbling, out of his element. It made him almost useful, "Coy? Breathe, relax, take a moment, gather yourself. I'm sorry, that was a bit of an abrupt way to handle the situation, wasn't it. I didn't mean to throw you for a loop." She'd gotten so used to the cocky, and sure side of the male, she'd forgotten he could get like this. She smiled warmly though, nuzzling him reassuringly, before pausing to stare down at the features along his neck, his flank. If I pluck one, will that break his trance? It took all her self control to ignore them. For now.

Her name had her look back towards his face, and his soft, if not sappy words had her smiling, before she tilted her head to the side, "What, I can't be your wife too? For better or for worst? In sickness and in health?" She teased gently, even as she nibbled at the soft fur of his chest, "Silly stallion, uou've become, dare I say sappy? That was almost poetic. What happened to my cocky, and self-sure stud?" She teased, before her expression shifted, more vulnerable, more honest, "I wouldn't have said anything if I wasn't absolutely sure in what I wanted, and it's you. Forever and for always. I want your face to be the first thing I see in the morning, the last thing at night. I want you always by my side, for us to walk the path of life together. But not just as mates. I want a forever longer than that. I want a marriage. So ask me again. Properly." Her smile had turned teasing again, wanting those four words, and damn if she wasn't going to make him work for it.

Especially if it meant getting him out of this odd funk he was in of sappy, corny, line throwing. He was better than this too. And, he might as well get prepared for her throwing curveballs into their lives for the rest of their lives together. "So, while I'm happy to be your mate, you better not slack off, I still expect a proper request to be your wife too. And if I hear even one gaudy or obnoxious suggestion for the ceremony or reception, you'll find your half of our bedding area filled with thorns." She added, even as she playfully nibbled at the feathers, "Silly, birdbrain stallion." Dear god, she loved him though.


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@Huehuecoyotl
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Artwork ©Bingo

Callynite

The doe watched as he closed his eyes, focusing on his breathing, and she smiled to see it begin to even out, feel his heart rhythm slow to normal. She smiled at his soft murmur, gently tugging on his mane, "It was never about wanting the commitment, silly . . ." She murmured gently, "It was about figuring out when I was ready for it. I'm not of this world, and for the longest time, I was afraid to be ripped from it again, to leave you behind. To never see you again. The more I worried about that, the more it made me realize just how much I did need you. How much what we already had wasn't enough." Her smile turned sassy, her tone playful, "And of course, you're too worried about making the wrong move, so I had to point you in the right direction, least you get lost along the way." She teased.

His snort had her grin, as she looked up at him, before faking a scoff and offended expression, "Well, when you nap in the middle of a dark cavern tunnel, what do you expect? It's not like I was aiming to stab you!" She playfully retorted, even as she used that very horn to poke his side, taking extra care not to cause actual injury, before pausing, staring up at him, "I don't know if I'd call myself romantic, but sure, if you say . . . ." Her words stopped as he sank into a low bow, winking, and she couldn't stop the grin as she was able to look down at him.

She laughed with him, her smile bright as he properly asked her to marry him, and she hardly gave him a chance to finish speaking before she bounded to him, half tumbling over his back, as she nuzzled her cheek against his - a rare moment where she could reach him without him having to lower his gigantic form to her height. She pressed her muzzle against the side of his own, before smiling at him, "As if I'd ever say no to such a beautiful little speech. I suppose I'll give you the great honor of becoming my husband, you should thank me." She teased him, before backing away from him to let him stand.

She smiled back at him, a laugh bubbling up at his next words, rolling her eyes with a playful grin, as she stepped towards him, her own magic flaring out, twinkling with emerald gleam, sparkling across her hide, "I have no doubt you're not making any promises, but I'm not kidding Coy. Vines pushed from the soil, threatening to coil around his ankles, "I'll be very displeased if our wedding ceremony becomes a clash of colors, and the talk of gossip for the next few seasons." She stared him down, "You'll do that for me, won't you, darling? No glitter bombs. No explosion of colors like a circus train wreck?" She paused, before adding, "Actually, I'll even sweeten the deal, keep the ceremony classy, and the reception can be a bit more flamboyant." But if that ceremony wasn't flawless, she'd be a widow before dawn (and then she'd have to figure out how to becoming a necromancer too, 'cause she really couldn't just live without him).


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@Huehuecoyotl
Notes: <3
Artwork ©Bingo

Callynite

The doe smiled with a warmness she rarely showed - rarely allowed others to see, but with him, she found herself hiding less and less. She tilted her head to the side, as she spoke, meeting his gaze willingly, silently reassuring him to the best of her ability why it had taken her so long. Her reaction was mellowed, slow, delicate, as he accepted it with ease, promising to never be taken away, to fight for her, to not let her disappear. His vow was heart warming, touching, reassuring, and she nuzzled him gently, before rolling her eyes at his teasing words, "You rarely need a map to figure me out, I'm sure this will be no different." She replied playfully, even as the topic of being stabbed came up, "You were quite rude upon our first meeting, can you blame me for huffing about having to nurse you to health. You kept accusing me of intending to spear you!" She laughed before smiling gently.

"Oh, you're ridiculous." She huffed, laughing has he lifted himself back to full height, looking back up at him, before he began to list off the plans. Classy Ceremony. Caelum for flowers and decor. Uzi. She nodded along, Baker, music, acrobats . . . acrobats? FLAME THROWER? Her head was no washing, eyes wide, "Wait, wait, wait, wait, WAIT. WHY DO WE NEED A FLAMETHROWER AT OUR WEDDING?!" The doe squeaked. "No, no flame thrower . . . but fire works are alright. But . . . no flame thrower. I'm going to have to speak to Caelum about reigning you in."

Why did she suddenly have a headache?


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@Huehuecoyotl
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