Daggers plodding upon cool soil could hardly be heard over the heavy whistling of the wind. Winter had arrived to the gorgeous forest land, and all the summer creatures had burrowed away safely for the months to come. Icicles hung from bare bare, snow crusted trees dripping water onto the ground. Sunlight still glimmered upon the unfrozen lake, though, the fish huddling down in the shallows during this cold weather. Slender pillars moved closer to the water, lowering a delicate skull to sip upon the crystal clear waters slowly. It hit her throat and replenished her strength once more, a smile lighting up her features.
Shivering quietly, she quickened her pace into a supple lope until she reached her love's ebony sides. Huddling close to him, she felt his warmth and sighed deeply, her breath coming out like a puff of smoke in the cold air. "Jeromo," she whispered quietly, her dished nose rubbing against his neck lovingly as she closed her orbs. Isil felt her bodice melt into his easily as she leaned her small form against his. "It's all that I could have wished for...and more, now that you're here as my king, my love," she said softly, a warm smile shredding the cold that flowed against them.
"My love, this is perfect. You are," she said, smiling but beginning to walk forward, wanting to explore the land that she could now call her own. Isil's heard throbbed from just his smell, and it left a feeling of contentedness deep in the pit of her stomach. She hoped it would never go away and was sure he felt this marvelous sensation whenever they touched. It was like electricity, like magic when they were together. "Would you like to show me around?" she asked politely, wondering what beauty this land possessed.
Previously, she had heard that this peaceful land was a place for mares of all kinds. It was made for them to prosper and to find love once more, but all of a sudden, she heard someone coming. A shimmering stag was making his ways down a bank and began to trot to them lucidly. His orbs were dark, and he was a very muscular stag, seeming to travel on his element, the wind. Isil supposed he was the one that had stolen their land back from the tyrant that threatened to keep it from them. She was grateful to him.
Thyone bowed his skull to them both politely, knowing they were the rightful king and queen of this land. They would be treated only with the utmost respect while he was around. Not only would his superior fighting skills help them achieve their goals of a safe and happy land, they would coexist in harmony as two great allies. "Greetings, to you both," he smiled easily, horn shining atop his skull. Thyone was a purebred unicorn and one of the strongest links of the council, he just needed to make more friends and get to know more horses. "I am Thyone, of the council," he introduced. "I was told you would be coming," he said, waiting for them to introduce themselves. "Greetings, I am Isil," said the small ebony fae that stood beside her king and love. Thyone would make sure they were protected at all times and wouldn't dare to lay a hand on the king's mares. He had his own.