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03:06:18 Tia| -HEE Click- Another of the foals he throws, they are all so pretty |
03:02:58 Tia| She is out of my best stallion too! |
02:58:29 Tia| Thank you! Ill gene test now |
02:57:17 Sidi Tia,
You would have to get a genetic test done |
02:57:01 Gem| Hi Tia! Chimera is a random phenotype meaning that it will only say chimera explicitly if you gene test the horse. It is not reflected in the stated color because it doesn't correspond with the expressed genetics |
02:47:26 Tia| -HEE Click- Wow Look At This Filly, Why is she brown and black but says nothing about her being Chim? |
02:23:45 -HEE Click-
Oh my actual stars. This has to be the best catch ever |
02:09:33 diva
where have you been? i ypent 8 month aboard and am looking forwards to maybe move countries in the future ^^ |
01:36:11 🎀 Diva| I ve lived 4 years across the planet without seeing my family or country, now again it will be over a year I haven't seen home |
01:24:04 Gem| Thank you both McFossil and Wolf! <3 |
01:15:23 Feylings/Fey| What does F mean by your horses name where it usually shows E if you entered a show? |
01:13:26 Ari <3| Welcome to the game, Cries! |
12:53:53 Hey! Im cries-same as on Wolfplay
Was curious about this game so figured I would check it out:) |
12:44:47 McFossil| Also like driving fast but thatÂ’s a moot point. |
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Jora's lips twitched at the sound of Sage's laugh, his words lingering in the air like a challenge she couldn't resist. She couldn't see him anymore, but she could practically hear the grin on his face, feel the warmth of it in the steady rhythm of his voice. He always did have a way of making her feel like everything between them was easy. Like there were no gaps or misunderstandings. Just a steady undercurrent of something she couldn’t quite define but always knew was there. She paused, the edges of a smile pulling at her own mouth, even if he couldn’t see that either. "You always think I’ll figure it out, don’t you?" she said, her voice soft but playful, her fingers gently tracing the back of his hand as she let her mind wander. "Maybe I already have." There was a hint of mischief there, something only he would catch. Jora’s thoughts flickered back to their childhood, to the countless hours spent scheming together, the way they’d always been able to finish each other’s sentences, to know exactly what the other was thinking. That kind of connection—it was rare. And it was something she didn’t want to lose. "You’re right," she added after a moment, her tone more serious now, though still warm. "You know me too well." And for once, she was glad for it. |
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Sage nodded slightly in response to Joras comment, shrugging after a moment. "You always do," he noted lightly. It was true ...nothing had ever stumped the girl for more than a few moments. Even as kids, she always was good at solving problems. Figuring things out. It was just one of the things he loved about her ...she was smart, and she wasn't afraid to show it. He couldn't help but chuckle when she mentioned she might already have figured it all out. She was probably right....it wouldn't take her long to figure out what she wanted to do to him. No doubt she'd been planning that for a while, running over it in her mind. "I wouldn't be surprised," he hummed lightly, pressing a quick kiss to her collar bone before moving his head back to where it was, settling in again drowsily. "Well, I had to figure you out long ago," he mused lightly, alibet tiredly. "I'm just glad we still had that same connection," he added. He'd always dreamed of meeting her again....he just didn't know if they'd even recognize each other. He used to stay up at night wondering if he'd walked right past her and not even known. Now ...well, he was just glad they'd found each other, and allowed their relationship to grow even further. |
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Jora smiled softly at Sage’s words, feeling the warmth of his affection settle comfortably in her chest. He always had a way of making her feel seen, understood, like he knew exactly how her mind worked. She tilted her head slightly, her fingers absently tracing circles on his arm as she mulled over his statement. “I guess I did, didn’t I?” she replied with a quiet laugh, her voice low and content. There was something so effortless about the way they fell into each other—like they had always been meant to. When he kissed her collarbone, she couldn’t help but shiver slightly, the softness of the gesture grounding her in the moment. She leaned into him, enjoying the steady rhythm of his breathing, the weight of his presence reassuring. His words made her heart ache in the best way. She couldn’t remember a time she hadn’t felt drawn to him, even in the years they’d been apart. The connection they shared—so deep, so natural—had always been there, waiting to be found again. “I’m glad, too,” she murmured, her voice soft but full of meaning. “I never stopped thinking about you. I think... I think we were always meant to find each other again.” She closed her eyes, savoring the quiet between them. For once, it felt like they were exactly where they were supposed to be. |
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Sage hummed softly with a light nod, just shifting slightly to nestle in where he could fall asleep and be a bit more comfortable, since he really was tired by then. Her comment held a truth to it, one he certainly wasn't going to argue with. Of course, her comment about thinking about him and then being meant to find each other pulled a small laugh and nod from him, despite being so tired. "I think so too," he hummed. "I always dreamed of different ways I might run into you," he admitted softly. "Dock near where you might be, go to the same bars or taverns or things best I could." He wasn't allowed most places, but he certainly tried. He wrinkled his nose after a moment though. "Course none of them had me hurt or about ready to be fish food," he admitted, amusement lacing his voice. It could've been better....but if it had been better she probably would never have ended up on his ship. They would never have made it here, now. So....he was grateful it happened that way, even if it was a bit embarrassing in the moments after it had happened. It didn't take long after they'd slipped into silence for him to pass out though. It had been coming for a while. He'd been trying to put it off so they could talk. So he could enjoy the snuggling. But now, he really couldn't stay up any longer, and he slipped off happily into a peaceful rest. |
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Jora smiled softly as Sage spoke, her fingers gently tracing patterns on his arm as he settled into the warmth of their shared silence. She could feel his exhaustion seeping into his voice, and she couldn't help but feel a little tenderness toward him, knowing how hard he'd tried to keep going, even when his body clearly needed rest. His words about their chance meeting made her heart flutter. She’d never quite thought of it that way, but hearing it from him, it made sense. They were meant to find each other, no matter the twisted path they’d taken to get here. She chuckled quietly at his mention of running into her in bars and taverns, imagining the younger, freer Sage, darting in and out of places he couldn’t stay in. It was strange to think of him as someone so different, but she was glad that, in the end, it had all led them here, in this moment. "Maybe the universe had a better plan," she murmured softly, though she wasn’t sure if he was still awake to hear it. The amusement in his voice when he mentioned almost becoming fish food made her smile again, and she felt a small, affectionate warmth toward him. It had been chaotic, yes, but it was theirs. *Their* story. And as she watched his breathing slow and even out, a quiet sigh escaping him as he slipped into sleep, Jora felt a calmness wash over her. She nestled a little closer, pressing her forehead gently to his shoulder, savoring the peace of the moment. Tomorrow would come with its own challenges, but for now, she was content, simply letting him rest, and letting herself follow him into that same quiet slumber. |
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Sage had settled in quickly, and while he'd dimly heard her last comment, he could only manage a sort of hum in response. It was quiet....he wasn't sure if she'd heard him or if she hadn't. But she wouldn't care either way, he knew. So he supposed it really didn't matter. He'd slipped off into sleep then, a quiet rest that he welcomed gladly. It was always nice to fall asleep and wake up to Jora there, ensnared on her warmth and scent. There was a sort of comfort there, knowing she was with him, even if they were both asleep. It wasn't so much no one would come in and hurt them....but just an overall sense of peace that he hadn't found before she'd come into his life again. He wasn't sure what it was, but he was certainly thankful for it, he knew that much. |
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Jora could feel the quiet hum of Sage's response, soft and distant, as though it barely reached her ears. It wasn’t the kind of reply that required a response anyway. There were moments when words weren’t needed between them, when silence spoke louder than anything they could say. She didn’t mind; Sage was always like this, closed off in his own way, but there was a familiarity in it, a reassurance. She lay there, feeling his presence next to her, his warmth brushing against her skin. It was a comfort, an unspoken promise, as if the world outside them could do whatever it wanted, but they would remain, together, in this small, quiet space. The scent of him lingered in the air, grounding her, and she couldn't help but smile, even if it was just to herself. She couldn’t explain it either, this sense of peace that filled the gaps where uncertainty used to be. Sage might not have said much, but his silence spoke volumes to her. He was here, and that was enough. |
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Sage slept for a while, just enjoying the rest that came with their new lifestyle. It might not always be that way....things would come up...and that was ok. They'd get through it together. He was certain about that. And he knew Jora felt the same way. But for now, things were calm, and the rest was definitely nice. He stirred a few hours later, grinning up at jora sleepily, who had either woken before him or just not actually fallen asleep. He waasnt sure which one it was, but he supposed either way it really didn't matter. "You know, generally watching people sleep is considered creepy," he teased, voice still crackly with sleep. He hadn't moved much, just enough to peer up at her, and then he'd nestled back in so he could keep her scent where it was strong and he could smell it well. |
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Jora had been awake long before Sage stirred, though she made sure not to move or make any sound, content to watch the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. It was peaceful, watching him in this rare moment of complete rest. She knew how hard it had been for him to get here, to allow himself to truly relax, and it made her feel a quiet sort of pride. Things were good, for now. They were together. When he finally woke, the soft teasing tone of his voice made her smile, and she arched an eyebrow. “Creepy, huh?” she teased back, her voice low and playful, knowing full well that he was just half-joking. “I was just admiring how cute you look when you’re actually asleep.” Her fingers brushed against his hair lightly, and she let herself relax again, settling into the comfort of his presence. There was something calming about being with him like this, a kind of grounding she hadn’t even realized she’d been missing. |
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Sage chuckled softly in response to Joras comment, sort of just tucking his nose into her collarbone area with content huff of air, still pretty groggy. "You're the only person who'd probably ever think cute was a word to describe me," he chuckled, really just teasing her a little bit. It was true though....with all the tattoos and peircings, on top of the scars, most people moved to the opposite end of the street or something along those lines. They certainly didn't call him cute. Either way, her comment did cause some amusement...he never would have described himself that way either. But it was nice, still. Knowing she still thought of him like that. Her fingers felt nice, running through his hair, and she seemed content enough to lay there for a while longer, so he was happy to just lay around for a bit longer. |
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