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Summer, Year 758 of the New Age
The Meadow, Glenmore
    It had been a whole year, and not a single day passed where he didn’t think of her at least once. It was hard not to, given that her name was the talk of Glenmore – along with the new King; her new mate. Having been stationed closer to the herd for the previous Spring-time, it was difficult not to overhear the conversations of gossipy does. Hearing her name, he had to distance himself from the source – but there was never anywhere far enough in the Glenwood to escape the sound of conversations. Both she and the King were figuratively everywhere.

    Spring was over, though, and with that he had happily switched duties with another guard who wanted to be closer to his mate for the fawning season. Lucky bastard, he thought, getting to be with the one he cared about with no consequences. He had to run away from his only love, for reasons out of his control. It was antagonizing, but it was better off this way. Maybe he could just stay on Guard Duty for the rest of his life, never returning to the Glenwood? It seemed simple enough. If he needed to say anything regarding the borders, he could just send a messenger stag or something. It really was a foolish idea, but anything to keep him away from the Great Oak was somewhat reasonable in his mind.

    Starting fresh on his Guard Duty, he thought he was ready to try and move on – but, like it seemed to happen often, he was proven wrong. It came from the mouth of another Guard, who told him that his new orders were to meet Princess BóAnn. There was her name again, ripping straight through his soul like antler tines to the flesh of a beast. He couldn’t ignore the call; both his heart and his duty wouldn’t let him. If a Guard was called upon, it was their job to show up – especially to a Princess of Glenmore.

    It was late in the evening when he arrived to their meadow. He hoped she was still there for him and that he didn’t keep her waiting too long. If she was gone, what would he have to do? Wait till morning to see if she’d return? He wasn’t fond of the idea of sleeping in the meadow, his heart wept at the thought of it. She must still be in the meadow, she had to be. As he glided through the trees and into the clearing, his prayers had been answered.

    There she was, as beautiful as she had always been to him. He wanted to smile, but could not find the courage to. Had she moved on, was this merely “business” as the messenger made it out to be? Surely it couldn’t for this of all places to be their meeting place.

    “Hello Jack,” she spoke, stepping towards him, “I’m glad you’ve come. I need to speak with you about something important.”

    He paused, still staring at her, trying to find the right words. The last time they spoke, he had said something without thinking about it first – driving her away as a result.

    “Something important enough to send a Guard to track me down about it?” he asked, but he didn’t really need too much of an answer with that, “You have my attention, Princess- as you always have”.
    He had hoped his words didn’t unintentionally hit her too hard, or even hit her at all. He meant no harm by them - but with a year apart, he knew that both sides would blame themselves for it. In his mind it was him to blame for even allowing himself to fall this deep into love. BóAnn did nothing wrong, except being beautiful, of course. No matter how they went about it, there was no escaping the strictest of Glenmore Laws.

    She had stepped closer to him as she spoke, “I knew I don’t have any right to ask anything of you. I-”. Jack continued to watch her, finding himself in a paralysis of a sort, unable to move as she continued to approach him, “I’m sorry we haven’t spoken in so long...” She stood inches from him now, “and I’m sorry to ask this of you but you are the only one I can trust”. It had been a whole year since he last felt her so close to her, and he didn’t want to move. He just wanted to stay like that for a while, but it could never be. It was that same conclusion he came to just a year ago – and he desperately did not want to settle with it again, but it looked like he had to thanks to the herd he was “blessed” to be born into – as his father would tell him.
  “I would like you to look after my son.” She asked him, pulling herself even closer to his body, “He will, of course, get to pick his own guard when he comes of age, but right now he is too young and he needs someone to look after him when I am not able to.” She then paused for a moment, then continued on, “With all of the threats from Blackwood, I might feel better if you were around for my own protection and I would not mind your company.”
  To be the Guard to the Crown Prince of Glenmore, he was sure his father would break his stern mold to form a beaming smile at the idea of his own son would be given such an honor. Many Royal Guards would be more than happy to take that duty - but for Jack, that would mean giving up border patrolling, the one duty he had ever really enjoyed as a Guard. Not that that really mattered now, what was more on his mind was that BóAnn trusted him with this duty. Him. Of all the Guards in Glenmore, she wanted him to protect her son. And not only that, but she clearly meant for this job assignment to allow them more time to see each other. It was evident that she did not want to let their love die just as he didn’t either, but it was a risky decision – especially with the rumors floating about of Nuala and Donnaghán’s “falling out”. If he was caught, death would be an immediate consequence - Jack was sure BóAnn knew well of this possibility. They treaded on thin ice, but since the beginning he had always been prepared to die for her –whether it was by the doing of a predator or by the herd of Glenmore, it was all the same to him. That was clear to him now.
  “Is this what you really want, BóAnn?” he asked, “You know how risky this could be if something were to go amiss. Herd Law is set in stone, not the strongest forces alive or dead can change that”. He paused, thinking quickly as to not let her think he was saying “no” when he was really trying to say “yes”, then continued, “If you’re certain of your choice, It would be my honor to watch over your son. You have my word on that”
    He nodded, relaxing as he felt her face brush up against him. He had truly missed that, and it both angered and saddened him that he had to hide those feelings away from the herd, only reserving them for inside their meadow. “Yes, I’m positive”, she replied to him, her face almost lost in his coat.

    “Then it shall be done” he replied, carefully leaning his neck down over her’s as to not harm her with his velveted antlers. He found it harder to move now more than ever, it was like his feet were tied to the ground with tendrils of emotion. He would have to soon enough, since dusk was upon them and sure enough, there would be guards out there looking for the Princess - but he would do all in his abilities to savor every moment they had together. This was the first time in a long time he had felt whole again – and he wouldn’t let that feeling slip away like he did before. He would do better this time, for her…

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Jack. Wat r u doing? Jack. Stahp.

Also. dA. Wat r u doing. dA. Stahp. (formatting is screwed up on this >.>)

Also, I'm really digging the pose fu did for her art piece, so I kinda went with it here This was supposed to be a "quick" picture ( went no-ref on it, the reason why Jack has a fat-head in this c: ) , but then my dad decided today would be an excellent day to teach me how to drive a car, and then when I got home my mom wanted me to go to petsmart with her, and yeah.....long evening.

Jack, you're tip-toeing into no-man's land. GET OUT BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!

BoAnn's POV:

Jackdaw :ChrissyMax (c)
BóAnn :fuangel29 (c)

Description

Summer, Year 758 of the New Age
The Meadow, Glenmore
    It had been a whole year, and not a single day passed where he didn’t think of her at least once. It was hard not to, given that her name was the talk of Glenmore – along with the new King; her new mate. Having been stationed closer to the herd for the previous Spring-time, it was difficult not to overhear the conversations of gossipy does. Hearing her name, he had to distance himself from the source – but there was never anywhere far enough in the Glenwood to escape the sound of conversations. Both she and the King were figuratively everywhere.

    Spring was over, though, and with that he had happily switched duties with another guard who wanted to be closer to his mate for the fawning season. Lucky bastard, he thought, getting to be with the one he cared about with no consequences. He had to run away from his only love, for reasons out of his control. It was antagonizing, but it was better off this way. Maybe he could just stay on Guard Duty for the rest of his life, never returning to the Glenwood? It seemed simple enough. If he needed to say anything regarding the borders, he could just send a messenger stag or something. It really was a foolish idea, but anything to keep him away from the Great Oak was somewhat reasonable in his mind.

    Starting fresh on his Guard Duty, he thought he was ready to try and move on – but, like it seemed to happen often, he was proven wrong. It came from the mouth of another Guard, who told him that his new orders were to meet Princess BóAnn. There was her name again, ripping straight through his soul like antler tines to the flesh of a beast. He couldn’t ignore the call; both his heart and his duty wouldn’t let him. If a Guard was called upon, it was their job to show up – especially to a Princess of Glenmore.

    It was late in the evening when he arrived to their meadow. He hoped she was still there for him and that he didn’t keep her waiting too long. If she was gone, what would he have to do? Wait till morning to see if she’d return? He wasn’t fond of the idea of sleeping in the meadow, his heart wept at the thought of it. She must still be in the meadow, she had to be. As he glided through the trees and into the clearing, his prayers had been answered.

    There she was, as beautiful as she had always been to him. He wanted to smile, but could not find the courage to. Had she moved on, was this merely “business” as the messenger made it out to be? Surely it couldn’t for this of all places to be their meeting place.

    “Hello Jack,” she spoke, stepping towards him, “I’m glad you’ve come. I need to speak with you about something important.”

    He paused, still staring at her, trying to find the right words. The last time they spoke, he had said something without thinking about it first – driving her away as a result.

    “Something important enough to send a Guard to track me down about it?” he asked, but he didn’t really need too much of an answer with that, “You have my attention, Princess- as you always have”.
    He had hoped his words didn’t unintentionally hit her too hard, or even hit her at all. He meant no harm by them - but with a year apart, he knew that both sides would blame themselves for it. In his mind it was him to blame for even allowing himself to fall this deep into love. BóAnn did nothing wrong, except being beautiful, of course. No matter how they went about it, there was no escaping the strictest of Glenmore Laws.

    She had stepped closer to him as she spoke, “I knew I don’t have any right to ask anything of you. I-”. Jack continued to watch her, finding himself in a paralysis of a sort, unable to move as she continued to approach him, “I’m sorry we haven’t spoken in so long...” She stood inches from him now, “and I’m sorry to ask this of you but you are the only one I can trust”. It had been a whole year since he last felt her so close to her, and he didn’t want to move. He just wanted to stay like that for a while, but it could never be. It was that same conclusion he came to just a year ago – and he desperately did not want to settle with it again, but it looked like he had to thanks to the herd he was “blessed” to be born into – as his father would tell him.
  “I would like you to look after my son.” She asked him, pulling herself even closer to his body, “He will, of course, get to pick his own guard when he comes of age, but right now he is too young and he needs someone to look after him when I am not able to.” She then paused for a moment, then continued on, “With all of the threats from Blackwood, I might feel better if you were around for my own protection and I would not mind your company.”
  To be the Guard to the Crown Prince of Glenmore, he was sure his father would break his stern mold to form a beaming smile at the idea of his own son would be given such an honor. Many Royal Guards would be more than happy to take that duty - but for Jack, that would mean giving up border patrolling, the one duty he had ever really enjoyed as a Guard. Not that that really mattered now, what was more on his mind was that BóAnn trusted him with this duty. Him. Of all the Guards in Glenmore, she wanted him to protect her son. And not only that, but she clearly meant for this job assignment to allow them more time to see each other. It was evident that she did not want to let their love die just as he didn’t either, but it was a risky decision – especially with the rumors floating about of Nuala and Donnaghán’s “falling out”. If he was caught, death would be an immediate consequence - Jack was sure BóAnn knew well of this possibility. They treaded on thin ice, but since the beginning he had always been prepared to die for her –whether it was by the doing of a predator or by the herd of Glenmore, it was all the same to him. That was clear to him now.
  “Is this what you really want, BóAnn?” he asked, “You know how risky this could be if something were to go amiss. Herd Law is set in stone, not the strongest forces alive or dead can change that”. He paused, thinking quickly as to not let her think he was saying “no” when he was really trying to say “yes”, then continued, “If you’re certain of your choice, It would be my honor to watch over your son. You have my word on that”
    He nodded, relaxing as he felt her face brush up against him. He had truly missed that, and it both angered and saddened him that he had to hide those feelings away from the herd, only reserving them for inside their meadow. “Yes, I’m positive”, she replied to him, her face almost lost in his coat.

    “Then it shall be done” he replied, carefully leaning his neck down over her’s as to not harm her with his velveted antlers. He found it harder to move now more than ever, it was like his feet were tied to the ground with tendrils of emotion. He would have to soon enough, since dusk was upon them and sure enough, there would be guards out there looking for the Princess - but he would do all in his abilities to savor every moment they had together. This was the first time in a long time he had felt whole again – and he wouldn’t let that feeling slip away like he did before. He would do better this time, for her…

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Jack. Wat r u doing? Jack. Stahp.

Also. dA. Wat r u doing. dA. Stahp. (formatting is screwed up on this >.>)

Also, I'm really digging the pose fu did for her art piece, so I kinda went with it here This was supposed to be a "quick" picture ( went no-ref on it, the reason why Jack has a fat-head in this c: ) , but then my dad decided today would be an excellent day to teach me how to drive a car, and then when I got home my mom wanted me to go to petsmart with her, and yeah.....long evening.

Jack, you're tip-toeing into no-man's land. GET OUT BEFORE ITS TOO LATE!

BoAnn's POV:

Jackdaw :ChrissyMax (c)
BóAnn :fuangel29 (c)