Unhappy

[Tikayla]

The place was beautiful and should have exhaulted her lovely soul by it hurt her instead. She was young, barely 2 and a half and behind her trailed a young colt. She was a slave to a barbaric stag who wanted her only for breeding.

To be Free

She stopped and raised her head, testing the breeze for predators that would harm her young colt. She looked behind her and saw young Cursed Pirate. He was already almost as tall as her. Of course she was tiny in statue and he was the son of a huge horse. Birthing him had been so difficult.

"Young one, go and play. If I call you I will call you back, and if you see your father go to him. But if he tells you to leave him alone, obey. He is not always of the best of tempers. He can be extremely easy to anger."

[Halo]

(I'll post in a bit! Gotta go to the bank!)

[Halo]

The little one, dubbed Cursed Pirate, had been romping in the shallow waves near the shore, the water spraying up about him and drenching his cream coat. But as his mother calls him for his attention he immediately leaves off from his game to come near to her, to intently pay her mind. He has become a deeply respectful younger, conscientious of his parentals’ words and guidance. Pirate has found this to be pleasing to those around him and that makes him ever more determined to act proper.

“Yes, mama,” he acknowledges, stepping close to nuzzle his wet forehead against her warm, secure chest, adding a lick to her fur before prancing about her energetically. He is completely, blissfully, unaware of the problems between his mother and father. He adores his dam and has found both reverence and overall admiration for the large stud that is his sire. The colt just doesn’t understand the circumstances that had conceived and birthed him. “I love you,” he chimes happily, pecking her lightly on her neck before frolicking off.

He is giggling uproariously as he kicks up his hinds, spraying sand about like a shower of coarse raindrops. He had never been to the beach before and this shifting earth is both fascinating and fun. When he loses his balance he merely lands with a dull, painless thump and is able to return to his play with equal enthusiasm. “Mama, mama, watch me!” He dashes along the surf back towards her, arching his back and doing a short buck.

Cursed Pirate returns to his mother’s side, face shining and cream flanks heaving with thrilled pants. Then a figure catches his attention along the shoreline and his whole form seems to perk up with interest and recognition. He lifts his small bod up onto his hinds, one foreknee resting against his mother’s shoulder so as to keep from coming back too soon. “Daddy! Mama, it’s dad!” Coming back down he whinnies a call out towards his father before charging off to meet him.

Joker walks unhurried along the high side of the beach, his pose suggesting his mood is relaxed. He hears the chorus of Cursed Pirate’s excstatic shouting and lifts his crown to point his harks forward in attention. He’s an energetic whelp, he’ll give him that as the colt dashes forth to meet him. The Dark Lord looks on at his son with an apathetic expression as the tyke dances about his legs.

“Daddy! Dad, Dad! Shoulda seen me!” he bubbles forth joyfully, nuzzling and nudging Joker’s strong shoulder. He gazes up at the violet face with a grin splitting his own, practically shaking with excitement as he waits for his father’s words. Pirate doesn’t seem at all bothered by the pause settling between them, staring straight up into the green stare of the stallion. Something like a smile appears on his expression but as Zanatha approaches the two of them he forces it down into blank oblivion. “Out for a walk?”
~Joker/Cursed Pirate

(OOC: This okay? ^_^)

[Tikayla]

To Be Free
She smiles and nods at the young colts antics. She can remember his birthing and his conception but all she feels for the young colt is love and a sort of maternal joy. She would love another baby. But not with Joker, although now that she thinks about it she will probably get another baby with Joker when Cursed is a little older.

When she sees the young colt's happy response to his sire a scowl mars her face. She will never forgive him. Not in a million years. He is her master and he controls her now. She is not at will to disobey any of his commands.

"Is that a problem master, me being out for a walk, because I can go home but Cursed Pirate might feel terrible," she mutters at him. Her eyes glare at him angrily.

[Halo]

“Did I say anything about that?” Joker retorts coldly, a slight glint of a glare forming upon his green orbs as he stares at her. He doesn’t appreciate words being put into his mouth, especially by Zanatha. “It was simply a question, fae,” he assures before receiving an impatient nip on his fore. His ears fall flat on his skull as he turns his gaze down on Cursed Pirate, who looks on the verge of practically begging for his father’s attention. The stag’s ears flick back with uncertainty as he observes the pleading expression.

He heaves a heavy, frustrated sigh and rolls his eyes upward as if seeking some answer from up above. There are no answers to be found there. He’s uncertain of how he is supposed to react to the colt’s want for his attention or the interest the foal has in him. When the sire looks at the babe he sees admiration and wonderment and Joker has no idea how to take either of them. “What?” he asks simply, wrinkling his nose up at the little one and receiving an amused giggle.

“Play wid me,” Cursed Pirate requests, and with a short burst of energy bolts around Joker and under his mother, peeking out eagerly. But his dad isn’t looking at him again, but up at his mother with an expression of considering upon his features. He looks confused, but what is confusing about a little game of chase? Cursed just doesn’t understand and stomps his foot impatiently.

Joker is regarding Zanatha questioningly, questing for some sort of advice or answer from her in regards to what he’s supposed to do.
~Joker

(BLAH! Sorry…)