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Je Veux Etre Avec Toi

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Featuring Donnaghán & Princess Nuala,

with mentions of Eir:

Mid-Autumn, Year 762 of the New Age
Glenmore, Eir's Den


Sweat made his hide glisten, darkening his normally brilliant crimson coat liver even when patches of sunlight filtering down from the canopy above flashed upon him.  Urgency drove him forward, against the aches of his bones and the spasms in his muscles.  There was no time to spare for trivial, selfish thoughts about his own health.  Only one precious life mattered to him, now more than ever, and for her he would suffer a thousand hurts if it meant she returned to him.

He had been traveling for hours but when the sun had just begun to begin its slow descent to its resting place, the chestnut had reached his destination.  When Eir’s den came into view through the trees he slowed, his mind loud with a cacophony of thoughts and his legs afire from the effort of his extensive return to his stricken bride.  The stag called out for Eir as he approached and sent another prayer up to Óganach that Nuala’s condition had changed for the better…  He needed her now, needed her shining blue eyes to gaze into when everything that Glenmore had known was about to endure a downpour of change.

Eir stepped out of the den just as he reached the entrance and he jolted to a halt, his chest heaving as he took a few moments to catch his breath.  “How is she?”  He inquired when he had taken in enough air to speak and lifted his rack-adorned head as regally as his tired neck would allow.  The doe had glared at him, her eyes squinting at him with an unreadable expression before she finally answered.  

“She is awake.”

“She is awake!?”  Donnaghán’s heart, already beating much too fast because of his journey threatened to burst as excitement sent it aflutter.  “I must see her,” he breathed but, when he stepped forward to enter Eir’s homestead the burly doe blocked his way.  “Not yet,” she responded, driving him back with a wave of her single tine.  “She must rest…  She is not well.  She hasn’t spoken to me yet.”  Donnaghán’s brow furrowed as the doe drove him back a few steps, an action that irked him, and he practically growled in response.  “Well maybe she doesn’t want to speak to you!  I will see her,” he grunted, lashing his tail against his flanks although he did not take another step forward.  Eir rolled her eyes, clearly annoyed by his impatience, and waved him off.  “You’ve waited this long, boy, you can give her another hour,” she grunted in response, stamping her foot resolutely in the dirt.

“I was just going to go and grab some more herbs.  Might snap her out of her…  Whatever she’s got,” Eir stated, fixing the chestnut stag that towered above her with a hard stare.  “You stay out of that den and let her rest, you hear me?  I won’t be gone long.  Just make sure no unwelcome guests show up, hmm?”

Donnaghán pinned his ears and grunted in response, his dark brown eyes glaring right back at the creamy doe as she stepped around him.  Eir’s little pet scuttled out of the den, clutching one of Nuala’s feathers in his mouth, as he waddled quickly after his master.  The chestnut snorted loudly at the oversized rodent, causing the raccoon dog to dash faster after Eir who whipped around and glared at the stag.  “NO sass, mister.  I expect you outside this cave when I return!”  With a final wave of her tail the doe disappeared into the forest, her creamy hide swallowed by the green shadows of the trees.

He watched her go, his eyes staring after the leaves his friend had disappeared through until his heaving sides slowed to normal and his heart beat was relatively stable.  How could it return to its normal beat when his princess, torn away from him too many times, was awake and just a few feet away with only a ramshackle wall of Eir’s den to separate them?  

Common sense told him to wait.  Desire urged him forward.

Tentatively, the stag stepped forward, excitement flushing through his body as he peered inside.  The shadow of his bulk stretched deep into the den, casting darkness in an otherwise brightly lit room and over the small, tightly curled but staring blue eyes of his treasure.

“Nuala,” he breathed, his voice so soft he wondered if he had actually spoken or it had merely been a thought.  She turned her brilliant gaze toward him, her wide eyes piercing into the deepest parts of him and he crumbled.  He could not wait.  Not even a moment longer.

The scarlet stag swept through the door and licked his lips, the faintest hint of salt from his sweat settling on his tongue as he rushed to her.  “Come with me,” he urged, standing over her with flashing eyes meeting eyes still milky from sleep.  The doe simply looked up at him, her now featherless shoulders gleaming as his own shifting stance cast sunlight upon her.  Her lack of response only increased his fervor.  “Get up, Nuala.  Get UP.”  The doe simply stared and, in frustration he leaned down and nudged her.  Finally the princess seemed to respond and scrambled to get her legs underneath her.  Something at the back of his mind pinged, whispering Eir’s words about leaving Nuala be until she was able to speak…  But passion now reigned and as Nuala’s legs finally made her stand before him, it was all he could do to keep control of the flood of emotion.

If Nuala protested against the gentle nudges of nose against hindquarters as he urged her out of the den and into the open, she voiced no qualms.  “We must hurry, my love,” he said, his eyes darting quickly through the trees as he scanned them for Eir.  “We haven’t much time.”  Donnaghán directed his bride in the direction that he had come, back to Glenmore.  Behind them, as they slipped through the forest, the chestnut's magic urged broken leaves back into place, earth that had sunken under his heavy hooves level again.  There would be no tracks for Eir to follow.

“We must return Glenmore back to its glory…  The glory of my father,” he rasped, his eyes constantly roving the leaves for the sign of anyone who might stop them.  With Drustan’s reign at an end, it was time to not only announce a new king, but the rightful king to Glenmore.  He, Donnaghán, would take the crown that belonged to him.  And, right beside him would stand Nuala, his rightful queen…  The answer, the cure for all the ill that Glenmore as a kingdom had suffered.  With her by his side, everything would be as it should have been so many years ago...

His mate till the end of days.


"Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar
And you'll live as you've never lived before."


Previously
C'est La VieFeaturing Donnaghán & Eir,
with mentions of a comatose Princess Nuala:
Early Autumn, Year 762 of the New Age
Glenmore, Northern Glenwood
Eir
After her feathery visitor had left again, Eir’s life soon had returned to normal. She had offered Nuala to stay, but apparently the young doe was too concerned about finding her mate to stay in the safety of the pale healer’s den. Eir could maybe not quite understand how Nulala was so devoted to that mate of hers, but she sure could relate to her devotion of wanting to help and be united with the ones she loved. She respected such courage and so had let the younger leave, even though she had ensured to tell her, she’d always be welcome at her den, if anything should happen.
So far,
   MASS RP - PART ONE: Coup of the CenturyFeaturing Drustan, and All of Glenmore

The New Oak's Glade, Glenmore
Mid-Autumn, Year 762 of the New Age

The rain had been intermittent all day, cooling showers interspersed with sunny spells that set the sky into a panorama of dramatic grey and white clouds. The occasional rainbow added some colour to the gloomy sky, saving it from being completely monochrome.
The sun had broken again, and the herd was grazing on the damp meadow. Drustan had been keeping close to his harem, having hardly left his does all autumn. It was this time of the year when they were most in danger, and he’d discouraged more than one stag from making advances. Not one stag would have dared come near his does when his crown was new and the


(This RP takes place directly after the Dru-drama, for those keeping track of timeline.)

Wordcount: 1,139.
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DodgerMD's avatar
Here we go! XD
Poor Eir, comes back and those darn home invaders just left all their dirty laundy and ran. XD