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The handsome young buck was feeling frisky as he pranced through the home that he had become so fond of. He loved having a place to call his own and was enjoying meeting others, though his only friend was the female that he had been longing to make his mate. Even the thought of the fair doe made his heart skip a beat, not that he would tell her as much. He was a private stag when it came to his feelings or he would have probably told her more before this point.
Turning down a lane, he found himself at the entrance of the Corn Maze. "That could be a fun way to entertain miss Cally... If she is kind enough to join me." He mused to himself, his words soft enough that the Thyci nearby would not be able to hear. He turned in a slow circle, hoping to see the doe in the crowd. She had bugged him about the Halloween fun that was going up in this area, so he figured that she would probably be near enough that he would be able to find her. Shifting into his favored form, Coyote shook the excess sparkles from his thick fur and bounded about as a coyote. Any that knew anything about the creatures would be able to tell that this was him. His crazy markings were faint on his coat, enough that one could see them if looking closely enough.
Coyote nearly let out a yip as a small figure bounced upon his back. She was in the form of a white fox, but somehow Coy instantly knew that it was Cally. It always amused him when she took on his colors in any form and this was no different. Flopping on to the ground, he panted and laughed a canine huff. His muzzle reached to try to tickle the smaller figure before he leapt to his feet and shifted back to his gorgeous self. Yes... he was more than a little vain. The only one that topped himself in his mind was the doe that was with him. She was beauty incarnate in his mind, though she tended to laugh when he tried to sell her such.
"My darling... White is a good color for you." He teased, closing one cyan eye in a wink. Shaking his body to take care of the last tingles of changing, he watched bright green sparkles land on the small form with a grin.
[/b][/font] she mused, even as she glanced at him, the green sparkles shifting around her form seeming to buzz with dissatisfaction at the moment, as she spoke calmly, "You're a touch late to the party aren't you? It's winding down for the night - you take fashionably late to a new level." Truthfully the only issue she had was the fact she didn't really want to admit she'd spent a good portion of the day looking for him.
She tilted her head slightly, the sparkles fluttering lightly at the movement, and dancing along the threads of her mane as she eyed the male she was growing fairly fond of, before nudging his shoulder with her muzzle, and finally smiling for him, a faint wag noticeable in the little fluff of a tail, "I was wondering when you'd show up though . . . ." Not said: I missed you.
"Hmm, you think so? I rather just enjoy the form, quick and tiny - excellent for digging and hiding. But the white is truly pretty," The thoughts that came to his mind nearly escaped. It took all of his fortitude to not blurt out the sassy comments that were begging to come out. "Yes... White is pretty... and perfect. Not much can attain the purity that white inherently contains. No matter the size." He winked as he laughed through the last sentence. "In some cases... Tiny can be useful... Tiny and clumsy... well that is another story." He was fully teasing the little doe now, amusement causing his cyan eyes to twinkle and glitter.
"You're a touch late to the party aren't you? It's winding down for the night - you take fashionably late to a new level." Coy leveled a gaze at her and rolled his eyes. "Dont you realize it yet? Fabulousness takes time and cannot be rushed. I must be perfect when meeting up with such a beautiful young doe like yourself. Perfection takes time and time taken must be sacrificed elsewhere. I did mean to get here sooner... The day just disappeared before I realized that it had." His words softened as he finished, the final bit nearly a caress. Stepping closer, he pressed his muzzle toward the chocolate and pine doe, hoping to placate her ire and soften her resolve. He thought back to the countless times that he had attempted to trick her into eating a certain type of berry and did a mental shake. What was the point in continuing to try when she just rebuffed him every time? Coy would never admit to the pain that it caused him, but it was there.
"I was wondering when you'd show up though . . . ." Coyote felt her touch and closed his eyes for a moment. Snapping them wide, he gazed at her. "I tried to get here as soon as I could. I apologize again for my delay. I will try my best to not be so late in the future." He answered, his voice nearly inaudible as he murmured near her ear. "Perhaps if the one that invited lived in the same place... She could keep the one that was invited on time..." He winked, his voice louder and more playful now.
[/b][/font] She asked, raising an eyebrow at him, as she shifted her position to regard him carefully, her new tail half raised as her head tilted to the side, "I know my dear Coy is a touch smarter than that," she added, even as her eyes sparkled faintly at the back and forth that was becoming so familiar to her – she never realized how much she missed it with other interactions until she met with him again.
However, that didn’t excuse the fact he was still late. His gaze leveled with her, as he rolled his eyes, to which she huffed at his response, her words slipping out without fully realizing what she was saying, "Oh like you really need any extra time for fabulousness. You’re handsome to begin with." As soon as the words left her, she felt the heat raise to her face, her head ducking faintly so her hair shadowed her face a touch more, not quite believing she’d actually just said such a thing, like she needed to help him inflate his already large ego. Of course, the blush grew when he mentioned needing to be perfect when meeting up with a beautiful young doe like herself. She hesitated for a moment, before his words softened, speaking of meaning to get here sooner, but the day disappearing.
When he stepped closer, his muzzle pressed against her gently, her body language softened, and she returned the brief touch of affection lightly, "It’s alright, I’m . . . not really that upset . . ." There was a pause, a hesitation, before she allowed herself to add, "I just missed you, is all." She admitted, her voice softer, almost seeming to say it more to herself than to him. Cally pulled back slightly, glancing up at him for a second, the faintest of a smile on her features now, "Besides, you don’t need to beauty yourself up to me – I’ve seen you covered in baking supplies, remember." She added, playfully.
When he spoke again, it was with a real, verbalized apology, an action that almost surprised her, as she tilted her head, trying hard to ignore the faint thrill that went through her at just hearing him speak of ‘the future’. It was a silly thing, but she couldn’t deny the growing affection for the green, black and white male. But every time that affection threatened to emerge further, she had to remind herself that there was no way he’d ever be truly interested in a little plain thing like her. Even now with more color and design to her – she was nowhere near the level of flashy the male beside her was at, he was an head-turner . . . she was not. His next line was just that – a line, playful and louder now, and with it, Cally soon found her hooves on more familiar ground, the playful teasing back. This time, her eyes practically sparkled, playfully – as she decided to attempt to properly turn the tables back on him. "Oh, now Coy, I couldn’t ever possibly live in the same place as you . . . I would be able to keep my hooves off of you." She teased back, burying the tiny voice in her heart that admitted her words to being ONE HUNDRED percent honest.
Instead she switched topics before he’d like turn the tables back her way (as he was prone to doing), and instead tilted her head curiously to the side, the green sparkles along her pelt and mane dancing in the familiar movements that they usually took when she was once more in his presence, "You looked like you were up to something earlier, searching through the crowd like that . . . just what are you up to, this late at night, dear Coy?" There was a pause, her eyes taking in the corn maze beyond them – from the direction he had been coming from, a brief shiver came over her, "Oh please, please Coy don’t tell me you were coming from the Corn Maze entrance . . . ." She almost groaned, able to read the male almost too well after all the time they’ve spent together now, "It looks super scary in there – especially at night! And if you’re searching the crowd, that’d mean you were looking for someone to go in WITH, and usually I get volunteered for those adventures with you. No, nu-uh. It’s scary looking in there . . . . surely I’m wrong, please tell me I’m wrong." Especially considering it never takes him long to convince her to go along with the majority of his plans anyway.
"Now, dear Coy, I know you’re not referring to me as clumsy . . . . right? I know my dear Coy is a touch smarter than that," Coy laughed as he listened. "Smart, yes... but I do seem to have an image of a certain adorable doe with her horn stuck in a cabinet..." He teased, eyes alight as he spoke. Oh how he adored that little doe. He knew that she didnt believe him, but she was the most beautiful doe that he had ever seen and he had no desire to see any others.
"Oh like you really need any extra time for fabulousness. You’re handsome to begin with." Coy preened as he listened, a sly smile lighting up his face as he did. "Now, now... Did you finally admit that you like the way that I look? Be still my beating heart." He teased, enjoying watching her reactions as his cyan eyes sparkled like the glitter that he was obsessed with.
"It’s alright, I’m . . . not really that upset . . . I just missed you, is all. Besides, you don’t need to beauty yourself up to me – I’ve seen you covered in baking supplies, remember." Coy groaned at the reminder and shook his mostly green head. "Oh my love... you wound me. I was trying to forget that awful appearance. And besides, a beautiful little doe like you should have a companion that is as attractive to fit. I can only do my best to be the best that I can look and compliment your gorgeous hues." He said softly, running his muzzle down her neck as he complimented her. Yes, he was completely hers. All she would have to do is say the word and he would do anything that she asked in a heartbeat.
"Oh, now Coy, I couldn’t ever possibly live in the same place as you . . . I would be able to keep my hooves off of you." Coy raised an eyebrow and grinned wickedly. "Hmmm... now that is a thought. Perhaps we should move you into my sprawling cavern and test this theory..." He teased, though under the sassy tones, he was completely serious. He wanted nothing more than to enjoy the company of Cally on a much more permanent basis. The idea of settling down was something that had always scared him, but for some reason... The idea of Cally being the one that he settled down with made it a much more positive idea.
"You looked like you were up to something earlier, searching through the crowd like that . . . just what are you up to, this late at night, dear Coy? Oh please, please Coy don’t tell me you were coming from the Corn Maze entrance . . . . It looks super scary in there – especially at night! And if you’re searching the crowd, that’d mean you were looking for someone to go in WITH, and usually I get volunteered for those adventures with you. No, nu-uh. It’s scary looking in there . . . . surely I’m wrong, please tell me I’m wrong." Coy batted his eyes, trying his hardest to look innocent. "But... I thought you wanted to check it out and spend the evening with me..." He was nearly pouting as he spoke, dropping his head to look up at her like a tiny fawn that had just been told that his birthday had been taken away.
[/b][/font] She pouted, her dark brown eyes swimming with the green glitter that seemed to shimmer around the iris, "I can’t believe you’re bringing that up!" She added with a more noticeable pout, even as he teased her, "Besides, I was still getting used to the horn – it’s hard going from no horn, to a horn!" She added, trying to keep the smile off of her face.
Oh, she knew she shouldn’t have said anything – as soon as it slipped out, she just knew it would be a mistake. The moment the sly smile slunk across his face, she was certain she was in for it, Admit that she liked the way he looked? Well . . . had she? She rolled her eyes, before locking gazes with him, "Oh, honestly Huehuecoyotl, behave. " She huffed, trying to gather herself on just how to respond, before settling with honesty "Of course I think you’re fairly attractive, but looks aren’t everything, silly." She stated nonchalantly – well, it was partial honesty, maybe not delivered in a speech of overpowering love, but partial was good right? Beside, as long as he was Coy inside, the male she’d grown fond of, he could be turned into a toad and she’d still wanna spend time with him. But she also wasn’t going to complain about his looks either.
She had brought up the baking supply episode next, in an effort to calm in, in which the male had shaken his head, commenting of a wound, only to conclude with the fact that a ‘beautiful little doe’ should have a companion attractive enough to fit. Her gaze dropped, even as she felt the soft touch of his muzzle running down her neck, hesitating for a moment, before her green glittered brown gaze met his soft cerulean, "I don’t know . . . ." her voice was quieter for a moment, her gaze dropping from his, "You’re still a few leagues above me . . . ." It’d probably be as close to verbally admitting how often she felt like she wasn’t good enough, pretty enough, perfect enough to stand next to him. Why she got the sinking feeling in her stomach when she’d see him standing near some flashy female from afar, recognizing how well he looks with another flashy thyci by him – not some plain doe like her. Even the little bit of color she had now wasn’t much to say about. She’d still be easy to lose in a forest. Part of the scenery, never the main character.
Still, even as she had spoken, she was leaning into his touch, drawing comfort from the contact from his mere presence. She might be a few dozen leagues BELOW his, but she was willing to acknowledge how precious he already was for her, unfortunately she hadn’t yet realized just how invested – how honest he was to her regarding his thoughts, his intentions. She kept waiting for the bullet to drop, and for the real interest to emerge from the shadows, the doe who’d make him realize Cally was just another drop of water in the stream, hardly worth a glance. She was terrified of that doe to arrive . . . for Coy to be stolen away from her.
She tried to toss those thoughts from her mind, however, instead trying to catch him off guard, only for him to grin wickedly back, eyebrow raised, suggesting for her to move into his cavern and test the theory. He was teasing, she recognized the sassy tones, but there was a look to his eye, a certain glint that gave her heart a jumpstart, her eyes widening faintly in response, even as she tried to make a retort "Sprawling Cavern, hmm? My nice little nest of a thicket sounds far more comfortable then some cavern. Aren’t caverns were beasts live . . . . ah, and suddenly it’s all making sense," she teased, struggling for any kind of solid ground in the mass of rampaging emotions that glint of his eye had tumbled her into. For the briefest of seconds, a different image had crossed her mind, a little fawn with her brown coloring, his black and green markings, his cyan eyes with her eye sparkle, and sparkling green, and for a moment she couldn’t help wonder if that sort of image really was that bad. But dreams are meant for when you’re sleeping . . . .
Instead she changed the subject, attention on the corn maze, even as Coy tried to look as innocent as can be – pouting, eyes wide like a little fawn, and Cally nearly groaned at the look he was producing "Coy . . . Coy, that’s not . . . No, don’t look like . . . . FINE. WE’LL GO INTO THE SCARY MAZE THAT IS PROBABLY HAUNTED, AND IF I DIE I WILL HAUNT YOU FOR LIFE." The little doe finally said with a huff, cutting her eyes at the male with a distinct pout of her own, "Just promise me that you won’t try to scare me, okay." She added, as she walked past him, heading towards the entrance, flicking his hip with her new tail as she passed, "Well, come on then. But if we get jumped by a ghost, I’m blaming you – and I’ll get to choose the location of our next dat- er, outing."
"It was an accident! Anyone coulda done it, really! I can’t believe you’re bringing that up! Besides, I was still getting used to the horn – it’s hard going from no horn, to a horn!" Coy felt like his side would rip open as he laughed at her excuses. "Uh huh... Clumsy is as clumsy does, my love. You looked so cute, all indignant and trapped in a piece of wood. It was so endearing to have you needing my help to get free." He was teasing her to no end, having laughed and sprinkled her in glitter while she was trapped. The glitter had stuck and seemed to have penetrated her lovely brown coat to give her a bit of him to take with her at all times.
"Oh, honestly Huehuecoyotl, behave. Of course I think you’re fairly attractive, but looks aren’t everything, silly." Coy acted like she had wounded her, flopping sideways on the ground and faking death. "Mortal wound from the maiden fair! What am I without my gorgeous looks?" He was faking, though at times his words were true to how he felt. He was brash, a bit obnoxious, and aloof with all but Cally. If he wasnt good looking, what good did he have going for him? He clambered to his hooves and shook his head sorrowfully, gazing at her with wide cyan eyes.
"I don’t know . . . . You’re still a few leagues above me . . . ." It took everything that he had to not laugh at her soft words. "Cally... You are beautiful. Yes, you are not as flashy as some like myself. But you dont need that to be beautiful. You have the sweetest soul that I have ever had the luck to come across. Heck, you deal with me without shooing me away too seriously. That alone should qualify you for sainthood. Appearance wise, you are elegant and gorgeous. Your coat reminds me of chocolate, your hair is like all of the best things of the forest. Your eyes peer into the depths of my soul and make me want to be better just to deserve you. Me? I am a flash in a pan. I am striving for a better heart and to be more appropriate for you. I have always only been my appearance and snark. You make me want to be more. You could be completely poo green and I would still love you." He murmured, his voice dropped and catching in places as emotions threatened to choke him. "Sprawling Cavern, hmm? My nice little nest of a thicket sounds far more comfortable then some cavern. Aren’t caverns were beasts live . . . . ah, and suddenly it’s all making sense," Coy struggled to flip back to his teasing self, smiling at her as he registered what she had said. "A beast, am I? Perhaps I should show you just how beast like I can be." He winked, rising up on his rear hooves and letting loose a fairly pathetic roar. Yeah, he couldnt even play scary with the crazy waves of emotion that were coursing through his frame. "There are plenty of places to hide from such a terrifying beast." He winked as he dropped back to his four hooves and shook his green, black, and white head. "Besides! A little thicket can be blown apart by winds or soaked with rain.. A cave is more solid and will keep you warm and dry even in the worst weather!" He insisted with a smile.
"Coy . . . Coy, that’s not . . . No, don’t look like . . . . FINE. WE’LL GO INTO THE SCARY MAZE THAT IS PROBABLY HAUNTED, AND IF I DIE I WILL HAUNT YOU FOR LIFE. Just promise me that you won’t try to scare me, okay." The tri colored buck beamed at her, laughing as he listened to her tirade. "I will do my best to not scare you, my love. What kind of mate would I be if I let you be scared more than needed. I shall protect you with my life." He was teasing, though his touch to her shoulder was anything but. "And my affections seem to be scarier to you than anything we might come across." He winked, though a part of him was deadly serious. Coy had no idea why she pushed him away so hard, and it was starting to bother him. However, that was a matter for private conversation, not a crowded event.
"Well, come on then. But if we get jumped by a ghost, I’m blaming you – and I’ll get to choose the location of our next dat- er, outing." Coy laughed as he followed her, trotting until he was standing at her right shoulder. "You said it... This is a date. Just admit it and admit your love for me already." He teased, bumping her lightly with his hip as they walked.
[/b][/font] Cally huffed, the very glitter seeming to dance eagerly around her at the mention of it's presence, seemingly floating against the glitter surrounding Coy himself. Not that she'd ever really get rid of the glitter, despite her annoyances with it . . . it reminded her of him, and that made it okay.
As the male flopped to the ground, declare a mortal wound, and asking what he was with out such gorgeous looks, Cally rolled her eyes, and instead nudged his prone figure with the side of her horn (she'd never risk poking him with it - she'd be more than A LITTLE distraught if she ever hurt him, even by accident), "With out those gorgeous looks, you'd still be my Coy silly. Obnoxious, slightly crazy, and a touch uncontrollable." She responded easily, only for her voice to die off at his next words, blinking in surprise when he called her beautiful.
No, it wasn't the words that surprised her . . . it was the tone, the softness. This wasn't the usual 'you're the beauty of a goddess' poetry he spouted, no . . . this was. . . . was different. You are not flashy as some like myself. But you don't need that to be beautiful. Those were words no one had ever told her, and she felt her heart skip a beat as he praised her soul, her sweetness. elegant, gorgeous. Chocolate and the best things in the forest. Your eyes peer into the depths of my soul and make me want to be better just to deserve you. Cally's world went silent. That sentence startling her. Dimly she was taking in the rest of his speech, his referencing himself as a flash in a pan, striving to be better . . . better for her. Always only being just his appearance and snark. She stopped listening, she couldn't focus as the words recycled in her head, impossibly wide brown eyes seeming almost green beneath the vibrance of the sparkles in her iris. She couldn't fathom a response. She couldn't fathom a reaction. She couldn't fathom him. She took a step forward, and another, until she was just in front of him, before her head dropped over his shoulders, her muzzle brushing against his side as her eyes closed, "You're silly . . . ." she murmured softly, "You're far more than just a . . . 'flash in a pan' you said?
"You're determined, fearless . . . yet protective. You won't back down from a challenge, you fight for what you want, what you believe in. You refuse to give up, on anything . . . on me . . . . " She contracted the muscles of her lean neck, hugging him just a little tighter, refusing to open her eyes as she spoke softly to him, quietly, personally. "You're more than just a pretty boy, Coy . . . . You're so much more than that." She wouldn't become addicted to just anyone, after all. There was a definite shift in the air now, tho.. A change in their relationship that Cally couldn't put a hoof, or title too. Not yet . . . together, but definitely no longer alone.
There was a struggle - from both sides - to shift back to a more teasing, lighter topic, and Cally was certain they'd be discussing this new development - what ever it was - later. Right now, she was focusing on that smile on his face - the one that never failed to bring out a smile of her own, He threatened to show her a beast then, rising up and his roar pathetic - not that she could lame him, with the emotions that were still heavy in the air between them. Of course, she wasn't NOT going to defend her thicket, "Mhmm, yes, let's hide from the terrifying beast with in his own lair . . . what a smart plan that one is." The words would likely have normally been delivered with a playful bite, but Cally wasn't capable just yet to turn that much teasing back to the forefront of the conversation. "My thicket would not be blown apart. I'm more capable than that! The entire place is reinforced with packed mud and stones, isolating it, and making it stronger than your normal thicket! Not to mention, all the soft grasses, moss and soft stuff on the floor of the thicket, making it cozy, warm, and comfortable. A cave might be solid . . . but it's cold, and dark and dank, and my thicket is two hundred times better." She couldn't not feel like they were arguing over who sold their house, and who gets moved in with in a relationship - and that thought alone had her stomach a flutter - with nerves and butterflies.
And then came the realization he wanted to go into the corn maze, after dark, with her. His beaming smile and laughter eased some of the fear and worry, as he told her he would do his best to not scare her, commenting of what kind of mate he would be if he allowed her to be more scared than needed, promising to protect her with his life. His words were in the form of a tease, but his touch was a promise, and she conveniently forgot to deny the mate comment - the warmth in her belly refused to let her muzzle open with a retort . . . at least until he commented that his affections scared her worse than anything they'd come across. Cally rolled her eyes, huffing at him before her gaze dropped slightly, one cloven hoof kicking at the dirt, "They don't scare me . . . ." She mumbled softly, before glancing towards the corn maze, knowing this would be added to the list of discussions they needed to have after tonight . . . Still, she allowed him to follow her towards the maze, his trot quickly catching him up to her shorter stride, as he bumped her with his hip gently. You said it... This is a date. Just admit it and admit your love for me already.
She glanced at him for a moment, before deciding to be a touch more daring than normal, and lifted her muzzle enough to gently lick his cheek, "Okay, It's a date . . . but that doesn't mean I'm in love with you yet." And as soon as the words were spoken, a cheeky grin crossed her features before she picked up her walk to a canter, crossing the threshold into the haunted, scary, going-to-be-the-death-of-them corn maze, trying to ignore the pitter patter of her heart in her chest, and the rushing of heat to her cheeks. She wasn't in love with him yet . . . but . . . she that didn't mean she didn't love him, and she was only just now starting to figure it out.
"Cute? CUTE!? I was stuck, and all you could do was sprinkle glitter everywhere to the point it MUTATED ONTO ME!" Coy was laughing hysterically as he listened to her complain. "You love it. It is a perfect reminder of me and everything that you love about me." He winked, nudging her and sticking out his tongue. Oh how he adored this little doe. She was everything good in his world and he was loathe to let her escape.
"With out those gorgeous looks, you'd still be my Coy silly. Obnoxious, slightly crazy, and a touch uncontrollable." Coy flicked an ear as he listened. "Your Coy... I like the sounds of that... And hey! I am not crazy!!" He got indignant as he spoke, shaking his head and eying her with wide cyan eyes. "A bit... extravagant... but not crazy! And only those that I allow into my heart to be able to control me..." He didnt need to tell her that she was the only one that he would actually listen to should she ask him to do anything at all. "Can't let just anyone have a say in who I am and what I do with my life." Coy winked again, softening as he gazed at her.
"You're silly . . . . You're far more than just a . . . 'flash in a pan' you said? You're determined, fearless . . . yet protective. You won't back down from a challenge, you fight for what you want, what you believe in. You refuse to give up, on anything . . . on me . . . . You're more than just a pretty boy, Coy . . . . You're so much more than that." Coy felt the heaviness of emotion that was clogging the air. He had a lump in his throat that was threatening to choke him and his heart felt like it was swelling inside his chest. "And you say that you dont love me." His words were a whisper as he tried to play it off with a wink. "And I will NEVER give up on you, nor the hopes of us..." He murmured, putting as much force behind his vow as he could possibly manage. Everything that he did, he used to try to get her closer to his heart and possibly himself into hers.
"Mhmm, yes, let's hide from the terrifying beast with in his own lair . . . what a smart plan that one is." Coy chuckled a husky, emotional laugh. "Perhaps you should try to tame the beast rather than hide." He teased, still fighting the emotions that were threatening to make him pick her up and haul her off to his cave where they could sit and figure out exactly what they were.
"My thicket would not be blown apart. I'm more capable than that! The entire place is reinforced with packed mud and stones, isolating it, and making it stronger than your normal thicket! Not to mention, all the soft grasses, moss and soft stuff on the floor of the thicket, making it cozy, warm, and comfortable. A cave might be solid . . . but it's cold, and dark and dank, and my thicket is two hundred times better." Coy grinned as he listened to her tirade over her precious thicket. "Uh huh... Well in that case, maybe you should just come live with me and make my awful cave warm and soft and suitable." He teased, shaking his head while his bright eyes twinkling with the chaotic emotions that were swirling around them. Coy could not say that he was hating having her all to himself and being able to really get to know her and where they stood with each other. "Perhaps I need to barricade you in my cavern to keep you completely safe from these awful bucks that keep trying to steal you from me. At least I know that the strong walls will keep you safe and sound." He said, his words light and teasing, though if she looked deep enough into his eyes, she would be able to see the honest emotions that were connected to those words.
"They don't scare me . . . ." Coy raised his eyebrow, considering her words. "If things that go bump in the night dont scare you, then what does, my darling Cally?" He inquired, his face innocent as he watched her.
"Okay, It's a date . . . but that doesn't mean I'm in love with you yet." Huehuecoyotl laughed and smirked at her words. "Perhaps you say as much because you know that you have been in love with me since the moment that you met me. That finding more love in your heart for me is impossible with me stealing all that is there and making your heart my home." He was being sappy, a teasing tone off setting the hope in his heart.
[/b][/font] She teased, glancing at the sparkles that shimmered in the air between them, before glancing at him. There was so much unspoken between them words to read between the lines. So much not being said, was it really worth it not to keep saying it . . . to hide behind a front? To not be honest with the buck that meant the world to her? "They do match yours after all." Okay so maybe she was going to hide behind the front, let the truth be between the lines of her speech, agree with out agreeing with him. Unfortunately, it continued to allow for miscommunications.
"]But she made his night, apparently, just by referring to him as hers. His eyes meeting hers, even when he realized she had called him crazy - correcting her with extravagant. She giggled at his own tirade, her brown eyes softening as she met his cyan ones, her smile a touch warmer for him, a touch more welcoming. "Mhmm, I prefer the thought of you as crazy though. Crazy is more fun, more wild, more uncontrollable, right?" She teased, "Well, uncontrollable to most, you tend to turn to putty around me." She added, teasing. She was well aware of his claims of what she did to him, but she also adored and respected him enough to never dream of using him as some puppet. She liked his wild side, the side that promised her nothing would ever be boring as long as they were together..
Of course, the air around them was getting more honest, more intense the more that was said . . . and not said. She glanced up at him when he whispered, hearing the faint change in his voice, before feeling her heart skip a few beats when he promised to not give up on her - or them . . . She glanced at him briefly, looking up at him, before the faintest of smiles touched her muzzle, drawing back from him, even as a single sentence left her muzzle, spoken soft enough that it could easily have been missed, easily have been not noticed, not heard, not made aware of, but spoken none the less, "I've never said I don't love you . . . . just that i'm not in love with you." It was the truth - or at least, the truth on what she'd ever said to him. Never had the words 'I don't love you' crossed her muzzles. Never have they been uttered. . . . Never had they felt more false than at this moment.
Of course, things were turning much more emotional, and the mere husky tone he spoke with next had her blinking, her attention turning straight towards him, a fond smile touching her face, "I don't think this beast would be tameable . . . He's far to free-spirited. I wouldn't want to break that spirit." Her own voice matched his emotional, teasing one, her eyes earnest when she spoke of preserving that which made him Coy. She'd never want to tame him, break him in, 'train the mate'. No. Not him, he was perfect how he was. Beast or not. He was perfect to her . . . . she just couldn't image being perfect enough to stand with him. . . . he was changing her mind though.
He spoke again, the argument of cave or thicket once more turning back to her moving in, this time with the intention of making his awful cave warm, soft and suitable. She tilted her head, meeting his gaze and for a moment losing herself in those emotions she saw, and her smile shifted, warmer, softer, a private smile for just him, before tilting her head when he suggested a barricade, keeping her safe from those trying to steal her away. She blinked in surprise, speaking with out thinking at seeing the honest worry in his eyes, "No one could steal from me you, it's foolish if they even try." The words left her with out her conscious thought, spoken with out a filter, with out her awares as she stared into those emotional cyan eyes, and as the words finally registered as having been spoken, she blinked in shock, shock at herself, her muzzle dropping open, as she fought for something else to say, something to cover her slip, to translate what she'd meant to say . . . only for her voice to dry up realizing that was what she'd thought - spoken with out a filter, with out her personal shutters up . . . She was his, unofficial, but it was true. No one could take her attentions, no one could redirect her affections. It was him, it was Coy. If things that go bump in the night don't scare you, then what does, She was already lost, too honest, too true. Was there any point in not keeping it up.
Was there any point in continuing the facade? "Losing you . . . ." Her voice was soft, whispering, but her eyes were swimming with their own emotions, reflecting just why she fought so hard in the past, kept her distance so much. The fear he'd suddenly open his eyes and see her as Cally saw herself. That she'd let herself fall, and in the end, he wouldn't be there to catch her. ". . . to someone else." A true halloween horror . . . that is what would scare her. How had things suddenly become so honest, so true. In love with him since they met . . . no, but she was starting to think it'd been a close call. Finding more love for him . . . that seemed more accurate. Making her heart into his home, that had a distinct possibility. She was about to respond . . . when someone else came by to ruin the mood.
The color suddenly drained from Cally's face as they stood with in the cornmaze now, her eyes drifting past Coy, and her entire body started to shake as her breath left her in soft gasps, "C-Coy . . ." His name was breathed out in a mixture of a plea and need, a need for his reassurance at the moment. Her gaze was locked onto the figure that appeared to be following them into the corn maze, a dark Thyci, darker than the night itself, seeming to suck up the light as it neared them. Cally took a step back, away from the approaching creature, her body shaking, her tail twitching, as she nervously stomped her cloven hooves, "Coy. Come here." Her voice was hissing now, hoping that hadn't been seen . . .
And then the head turned towards them, the pumpkin head sitting on the shoulders of this odd, dark Thyci. It's eyes seemed to glow with fire, sinister, shaking the doe to the core. Her gaze turned to her mate, pleading, terrified, before she spun in a half rear and took off deeper into the corn maze, praying he'll keep up, he'll stay close . . . and that . . . that thing will be too slow to follow.[/font][/ul][/div]
"Well . . . I will admit that I've grown fond of the glitter at least. They do match yours after all." Coy grinned. "Then my work is done. Cant have it a mystery who my girl is." He winked and teased, thoroughly enjoying their banter. Shaking his body, he watched the matching glitter fly into the air and sparkle around him like hundreds of glimmering green fireflies. Yes, he loved glitter! It made everything better!
"Mhmm, I prefer the thought of you as crazy though. Crazy is more fun, more wild, more uncontrollable, right? Well, uncontrollable to most, you tend to turn to putty around me." Coy laughed and sighed. "I suppose... For you, I can be the crazy, fun, and uncontrollable beast that you know that you love." He was smiling broadly, like a fawn that had just gotten the perfect gift. "And I only turn into putty because I know that somewhere under that mask of indifference, you adore me and would never truly spurn my affections. I may be crazy, but you love me anyway." He teased, rich voice pure velvet.
"I've never said I don't love you . . . . just that i'm not in love with you." Coy frowned slightly as he took in her words. Not in love with him... Did that mean that she cared for him as a friend rather than a possible mate? Was that why she had continued to brush off his affections? Shaking his head, he shoved the emotions that were threatening to swamp him deep into his heart and forced a smile onto his face. "I see... Perhaps I am seeking where I am not wanted. Either that or you are trying to lie to both of us about how you feel..." He circled the gorgeous doe, bright eyes taking in her appearance as he wondered which way she would take his words.
"I don't think this beast would be tameable . . . He's far to free-spirited. I wouldn't want to break that spirit." Coy grinned. "Perhaps not tameable... But at least he would not savage the one that has wormed her way deeply into his heart." He enjoyed knowing that she liked him for who he was, even with the parts of him that others would consider flaws.
"No one could steal from me you, it's foolish if they even try." Coy laughed softly, still a bit overcome by the conversation that had been taking place between the flashy stag and the elegant doe. "More than foolish. They would not even have a chance. My eyes are for you and you alone..." He murmured, stretching his muzzle to caress her shoulder gently.
"Losing you . . . . to someone else." Coy shook his head slowly, eyes nearly molten with the depths of emotion that were contained within them. "You could never lose me, Cally. You are the only one, beside myself, that I have ever loved. And I can honestly say that I love you more than I have ever loved myself." He murmured, his words nearly inaudible to her even with her closeness.
"C-Coy . . . Coy. Come here." Coy spun to face what ever had caused the fear in her eyes. The creature was dark and sinister, making him pause for a moment before he remembered the terror that Cally had been broadcasting. Shifting quickly in a shower of neon sparkles, Coy prowled forward as a dark feline. He was larger than his usual form, cyan eyes the only thing that showed who he truly was.
Hearing Cally take off, Coy let loose a snarl and spun to chase after her. He stayed in his dark feline form, wanting to be able to protect her should the strange creature follow them.
[/b][/font][/div] she teased good naturally, her eyes dancing up to the air around them when he made the glitter fly about, the little doe wrinkling her nose when some brushed against her muzzle.
The back and forth was definitely producing a whirlwind effect of emotions, both good, bad, and a few that were likely just the outcome of not properly shared feelings. He spoke teasingly, the velvety tone of his words doing more than enough to soothe her emotions. Truly spurn his affections,
"Of course I'd never spurn them . . . I just . . . I . . ."
She paused, not sure what to say regarding that aspect before merely shaking her head, smiling faintly at him. Yes, yes she did love him.
At Coy's frown, she worried it had happened again, when he spoke, she tilted her head as he circled around her, I see... Perhaps I am seeking where I am not wanted. Either that or you are trying to lie to both of us about how you feel. Cally had taken a step forward in alarm when he spoke of not being wanted, only to pause suddenly when he suggested she was lying to them both. She wasn't though was she. She knew deep in her heart she cared for him, loved him truly. But was she in love with him? Could she really be in love with this crazy, special, amazing buck? Yes.
"Hmm, maybe I am lying . . . . I guess only time will tell, won't it."
And as far as she was concerned, she was happy to have forever with him, that was more than enough time, was it not?
Perhaps not tameable.. She grinned as he spoke, her eyes twinkling for just him as she tilted her head,
"Oh, my silly dearest darling. Of course you'd never 'savage' me. You know I'd be just as likely to claw back."
She teased. Of course still things were more serious, more intense between the, even as he spoke of his eyes being for her and her alone. It wasn't until she voiced her real fear, the real reason to constantly pushing him away that she was shocked into silence by him. You could never loose me . . . the only one . . . that I have ever loved . . . . i love you more than I have ever loved myself. She was silent, turning to stare at him, her ears strained, as if not quite believing what she'd said, until she met his eyes, the depths of the emotions echoing all he'd said. She didn't have a response, not a verbal one as she pressed her muzzle against the side of his own, her eyes drifting shut, even as her throat seemed to seal shut.
Why couldn't she echo those words. Why couldn't she bring herself to voice the truth she buried behind her walls, deep in her heart. Why couldn't she tell him the truth, the reason she didn't really spurn his advances. Why she kept coming back. Why she laughed at his berry tricks rather than angrily storming off . . why she never left his side. Even with his words in the air she hesitated, her eyes closed, her heart jack-hammering in her chest. She couldn't get them out. She couldn't say them. She couldn't manage. Silly, foolish girl. Always chasing after those bucks when you should be home studying . . .
The voice came from nowhere, as Cally's eyes snapped open. She glanced towards Coy to see if her heard, only to realize he wasn't there. Her mother stood in front of her, sneering at her, her curled hair pinned perfectly, her body poised perfectly so the sun shone off the vibrant colors that contrasted. Blues and Yellows, Pinks and purples. Her mother was the stunningly perfect picture of a mare meant to be admired, vibrant and exotic. Always chasing after those others. You're too plain, looking at you. Brown - brown everywhere. Not a speck of color, of anything - as plain as the day you were born. You can blame that fool father of yours. Took after him and his meager colors. And now he's gone and left me with you. Well get back to work, girl. Studying is the only good thing for you, and stop chasing after those foolish fawns of the village. Now, that's what you're good for - just a little back stage druid. Now, let me see the form of a robin.
Cally jolted out of the memory with a step back, her gaze turning towards Coy, and the moment her eyes met his, her mother's nasty voice disappeared, her vision gone, until it felt like just her and Coy where left in the world. She didn't feel like a plain, boring good-for-nothing druid with him. No, she never did. He never looked at her like she was. He looked at her like she was the sun he was seeing for the first time after being stuck underground for the winter. He looked at her like the first star that lit the night sky. He looked at her like she was so much more important than what her mother had always told her she was.
"I love you . . ."
her voice was little more than a breath, caught in the wind, breathed through the atmosphere, but finally past the lump in her throat, gifted to the world,
"Even when you drive me crazy, I always come back. I can't not be near you, I can't imagine a world with out you."
She said quietly, her gaze slowly lowering, her heart suddenly soothing to a soft flutter, the butterflies back and tickling her insides as she awkwardly shuffled at the ground,
"I don't spurn your affections, because I'm always eager for the next one. Because you're the first solid, good thing to happen to me . . . and yet I'm constantly afraid I'll open my eyes one morning to find out it's all been nothing but a dream. I fight it, I nervously keep my distance, but I can't truly keep away. Let's face it, I love you more than I can say, more than I know how to say."
They didn't really get the chance to further explore the radical change in their relationship however, as a new trouble rose up, this time in the form of a dark and sinister Thyci - one Coy had shifted instantly for - a large, dark feline, stalking towards the creature, even as Cally turned to sprint away. One glance behind her showed the dark feline following, his cyan eyes offering more comfort than the protective form did. A glow shot from her horn, engulfing her own form, shifting her down in size, until she matched his, allowing them to run at a faster pace, her smaller form glowing briefly with green before the glow sank into her skin to lock the shift in place.
Just a little smaller than him - she was constantly smaller than him it seemed - she shifted her pace, running with him instead of ahead of him, letting him stay a half a pace behind to cover them as she knew he'd intend to do. She glanced behind her to see if the form was still following, only to see it standing, watching them flee, a cackling from his muzzle before he seemed to disappear into a poof of smoke, bats and candy corn. As he disappeared, Cally slowed her run, breathing hard as the feline tail whisked through the air behind her, glancing around only to realize they'd ran blindly into the corn maze, and as she looked around she realized she had no idea where they might be - and how far in they had ran. [/font][/ul][/div]
"Oh, but I hear a touch of mystery can be ever so excited," Coy shook his head and laughed. "Mystery is overrated when it comes to the one that your heart belongs to." He stated with an almost sage like air to his words. His matching white ears all flicked back as he broke the wise moment with a guffaw of laughter.
"Of course I'd never spurn them . . . I just . . . I . . ."Coy raised an eyebrow as she stammered. Before he could think of a response, she spoke again and he paused in his circling of her to listen to her words. "Hmm, maybe I am lying . . . . I guess only time will tell, won't it.""Perhaps time is something that I am feeling has been stretching on forever..." It was a bit of a confusing notion, time. On one hoof, he had only known Cally for a few months. At the same time, it felt like she had been a part of him for as long as he could remember. He had bared his soul to her in a way that he had never dared with anyone else.
"Oh, my silly dearest darling. Of course you'd never 'savage' me. You know I'd be just as likely to claw back."Coy fought back a wicked thought as he listened to her words. Yes, this doe was everything that he could ever ask for in a companion. She had a wicked humor and still a touch of innocence that was refreshing and adorable. "But my darling Cally, sometimes it is fun to be... savaged..." He felt the words escape as a sly grin crossed his multi-toned facade. "And in those cases, being clawed back is not always a bad thing..." He winked.
Her touch to his side made his heart swell like a balloon filled to the max. She was touching him and seeking comfort in him. For that moment, all of his pining and waiting melted away and left just the joy at her closeness. Her body tensed against his tri-colored fur and he waited patiently for her to work through whatever her mind was throwing at her.
Cally's movement caused him to spin to face her as she stepped back. "I love you . . ." Coy's heart stopped as he heard the words that he had longed to hear for so long now. "Even when you drive me crazy, I always come back. I can't not be near you, I can't imagine a world with out you." Her words were soft, barely audible to his perfect ears. "I don't spurn your affections, because I'm always eager for the next one. Because you're the first solid, good thing to happen to me . . . and yet I'm constantly afraid I'll open my eyes one morning to find out it's all been nothing but a dream. I fight it, I nervously keep my distance, but I can't truly keep away. Let's face it, I love you more than I can say, more than I know how to say." Watching her work though the confession tore at his heart. The idea that she could be afraid to admit anything to him was one that he never wanted to consider. His bright eyes were alight with emotions that were bordering on tears as he listened to her speak.
Once they had managed to flee the dark form that had terrified Cally, Coy flopped onto the dirt and panted, cyan eyes starting up at her from within the darkness of his shifted form. He willed himself to change back, finding it a bit difficult as he caught his breath. Finally, the sparkles of green that signaled his change washed over him and left him in his favorite form, staring up at her as a Thyci.
"Cally... My world doesnt exist without you. I hope that you never forget that. I will never leave your side unless you tell me that you dont love me any longer. My heart belongs to you and nothing or nobody will ever be able to change that." He spoke softly, ears constantly flicking to catch the sound of anyone that was coming their way. "However, if I had known how easily you would rush into the maze at a little fright... Perhaps I would have had someone scare you in sooner. But then again, I would not have heard those beautiful words finally uttered from your lips." After everything, he felt a huge weight lift from his heart as he gazed at the still shifted doe before him. "I am sure Zoe or Wolfe would have gladly become a scary monster to get you to enter the maze with me..." He mused aloud, eyes twinkling as he teased her.