Stand By Me (LUNA)

[nala]

Normally the bay leader wouldn't leave his temporary home in the rain forests, but the darkness had taken hold of his heart. Was she still alive? would the only question that ran through his mind over the next few days, unless he did something about it. A light crunching of snow reminded him of where he was and he payed more attention to his surroundings.

ooc: SHORT POST PLOTNESS

[Hud]

Her home in the Gaderian Mountains was almost always empty. Octavian had been 'gracious' enough to set aside a small grove where she was to live until the end of her life so that he could keep tabs on her. In truth, it had been a prison. It took all she had to leave that grove. Once Octavian passed, Luna remained there, too frightened of his wrath still to leave her place. After seeing what he'd turned their son into, she began to be afraid of her own Lucifer. Luckily, as he took on he kingdom, he became too busy to keep up with his mother along with the rest of his responsibilities. She had the chance to flee and she took it. Rorah Hills seemed like a suitable destination and reaching it wouldn't be too difficult, even with her joints not what they used to be. She was stil a mountain mare and retained the strength of her youth. Luna had thrived in Rorah for about a month now and she was ready for Winter to be over. She used the shade of an ice-laden oak as her shelter for the moment, her head hung low and her eyes shut in sleep.

[nala]

By the time he reached the boarder, his doubts paired with the stench of his late brother nearly turned him away. Only the darkness pushed him further. He never planned on going more then a mile into the territory, and while he circled in he found himself wandering the edge for a long while. As if tricking himself he turned back, but at an angle causing him to enter the territory his own home. You wont find her, she doesn't need you. He looked forward beneath an old oak and imagined her golden hue. His imagination did well and he nearly believed it was actually her standing there; his head drooped, defeated and he continued to walk forward no longer looking at his mirage.

[Hud]

As defeated as the mare was, no one could expect any less than the length she'd been sleeping. Her nap was long and relaxing - she was happy to have it. Her old body needed it. It was nearly afternoon now as her eyes blinked open and her head began to rise. Her gaze lingered not from the ground as she let out a sigh of relative contentment. The happiness of her foalhood was so long forgotten that it seemed that she'd never be the same - never smile again. Letting out a small nicker to herself, she leaned against the cold wood of her shelter, supported only by its stoic mass. Would she ever be happy again?

OOC: drawin' this out like no one's business xDD

[nala]

As his walk continued, slow and deliberate as it was, he found himself looking back up to the lifelike hallucination that was his lust. The siren was moving now, her delicately aged features keeping her gaze away from him but nonetheless keeping her before his gaze. This dream was much too lifelike for Vulcan's mind; for a few moments he thought over whether or not this whole thing was a dream. He shrugged off his doubt. His sun, real or not, was here and he was going to take advantage of this life like moment. He quickened his pace slightly, throwing his head up and letting out a low greeting call.

ooc: AND WE HAVE MADE CONTACT.

[Hud]

One would think that after such a long journey - especially for a mare of her age - one would be left alone for longer than Luna was. Instead, it seemed that her destiny of the moment was to be interrupted from her relaxing state. It was rather unwelcome, but only for so long as it took for her to turn and spy the perpetrator. Was it... No. It couldn't be. But, that sound was so familiar and that coat was so unmistakeable... Could it really be Vulcan?

Her first instinct after deciding that it was him was to look away and not make eye contact. If Lucifer found him in the Northern Territory, he'd rip the old stallion to shreds. In a way, Luna felt guilty for ever haven given birth to the hellion - especially if it was Vulcan's fate to die at his hooves. How could she imagine the opposite? Lucifer had been bred to rule and trained to preserve his status as King. Could Vulcan measure up?

Luna couldn't resist for much longer. She turned her head back to him; he was now closer. "What are you doing here, Vulcan? You shouldn't have come!"

[nala]

He was taken back by her voice. The old bay stopped dead in his tracks. Is that really you Luna? His eyes were opened wide with surprise and he leaned forward on his front legs to get closer without actually moving. His tail was held still for once in his long life. He was a statue.

Shouldn't have come? He was even more taken back. He couldn't detect what she meant by that. Did she not want him here for her own reasons, or was there a slight fear in her voice. He straightened up, trying to prove to her that although old, he was fit enough to hold his own. I had to see you. He began to slowly approach her again. I had to make sure you were okay. He felt silly saying that after all of the years they had been separated. Would she think he was being fake? I've never stopped thinking about you, Luna.

[Hud]

Of course it's me, she thought to herself. Had he thought it was someone else? The old stallion stood stoic for a moment as she turned her frame to face his. He stated his intentions upon arriving - to make sure she was "okay". She blinked a few times and shook her head a little. Was he still in love with her? After all these years? Pining wasn't exactly the most amiable of qualities, but it was a sweet one. As he confessed, she closed her eyes with a small smile. Could this really be happening?

She couldn't honestly say the same, but she had thought about him quite a lot since Octavian seized her. Oh what their lives would have been like... Her three children would've been her own instead of just her mate's. She would've had time to love them and teach them the way a mother should. Lucifer, Livius, and Lotte were monstrosities and she thought it to be partly her own fault. Had they been born to Vulcan instead, she knew their lives would've been much more fulfilling. Opening her eyes again to look her missed opportunity in the face, Luna sighed. "Oh Vulcan, how I've missed you..."

OOC: *tear* xD

[nala]

If she loved him or not no longer mattered to the old bay. Her voice shot bullets through his heart. A deep tint of melancholy hung in the air as he approached her further. She was still beautiful, both in sight and in smell. Her golden coat still shinned like the sun. Yet, he could tell that she had lived a long life, and for this his heart ached to no end.

He reached out to her with his muzzle, still afraid to touch her yet seemingly pulled against his will. I'm here now, I'm here Luna. He whispered, his lips just shy of her ear. You're safe. His presence was soft as he touched the base of her cheek, and he didn't linger before retreating back to himself.

ooc: she can't resist this hunk of man. xDDD Love Story!

[Hud]

As he reached out to her, she could only accept his gestures. They warmed her heart that had been cold for years without him. When he touched her cheek, her eyes followed him as be backed off. She was safe... Was she? The mare turned her head east, as if looking to see if her son the king was watching. Luna felt a little silly when she realized what she was doing.

With a smile, the old mare couldn't resist taking another step toward him to rest her head up on his dark withers. She was so thankful for his company - it was just what she needed... "I hope you're right," she said into his mane as she pulled a little back to lean her cheek against his.

OOC: Maybe one more reply and we'll be done here? ^^

[nala]

He watched as she looked off, deeper into the territory. She could only be thinking of the inevitable. He was thinking about her son too. Lucifer, his nephew, and the king of the northern range as well as most of the other territories. Vulcan had never met his nephew as an adult, and therefor he wasn't afraid of him alone. Vulcan was afraid of the stories.

I am not afraid. He convinced himself, leaning into her touch. I would take you with me now if it didn't threaten our lives. He looked at her then, his eyes sad and tired. I'll be back for you in the spring. Very, very soon. He promised, returning to her touch.

ooc: sounds good.