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devil in disguise - draco - 11-27-2019 draco hitch a ride on my violence Walk like an angel . . . this is a stupid thing i had stuck in my head so i made into a post that doesn't make sense because starters do! not! matter! anyways for @[ghaul] and any <3 RE: devil in disguise - ghaul - 11-29-2019 do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
Ghaul was never meant to be something beautiful and regal. He was carved from granite and forged from discarded metal, an amalgamation of failures and dead gods alike. But the dying words of all the forgotten titans formed a prayer, an invocation for something greater than them and for more terrible. When he moves, each step leaves a trail of claw marks and the smell of burning forests. But he is the son of the dawn, the Morningstar that guides the hand of fate, and today he is drawn to his brother. ghaul @[draco] theyre going to get into SO MUCH trouble together. i can already tell. RE: devil in disguise - Desire - 11-30-2019 sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants — She liked to watch the residents of Pangea, but she did not often approach them. Most of her time was spent with her brother, admiring him as he further perfected his craft. There was something so terrifyingly beautiful about Stave, with his blanket of galaxies across his skin and his innate ability to control death and everything surrounding it. She doesn’t think she would ever grow tired of watching him; like she never grew tired of staring at the stars in the night sky or the dawn as it first breaks, or watching the waves crash against the shore or the way snow glitters on mountain-tops. He was beautiful, in that way – beautiful enough to outweigh all the danger he weilded. It never occurred to her that she was equally beautiful. She wasn’t old enough to realize that one day her body would be her weapon – that her galaxy-skin hugged tightly over svelte curves would be more than enough to lure anyone in, and if it wasn’t? She could paint them a picture of anyone they wanted; she could be absolutely anything they wanted her to be. She would remold herself, for them, and she doesn't know how dangerous that is, either. Today, she watches the two boys – Ghaul, and another one that she does not know the name of. He is striking, with his own constellations and magnetic darkness, and if that was not enough to draw her in, listening to Ghaul’s introduction certainly is. It was similar to what he had said when Anaxarete became queen, and she can't let it slide past her. Her laughter precedes her approach, and by the time she draws nearer to them there is still the echoes of it written in the smile on her pale lips when she asks him, “Do you eat everything?” She knows he cannot see the way her black eyes glitter with amusement, but she casts her gaze to the other boy and gives a teasing roll of her eyes. “Empires, legions...he’s got an interesting diet.” She slips forward until she is nearly alongside Draco now, the stars and nebulas across her back set alight by the cool spring sun. “My name is Desire, by the way.” Desire Annoying girl here to crash the bromance. RE: devil in disguise - clarissa - 12-03-2019 your breath frozen in the air, newborn droplets of iceyou were the one thing i got right She’s been in Pangea a few days now, and Castile hasn’t rained hellfire on the kingdom yet, so she figures that she’s either in the safe or he just hasn’t yet realized that she’s left. The bit of freedom she has begun to experience makes her crave even more – she doesn’t know if she’ll return to Loess after this. Pangea is strange and new and sandy and while Loess had a plethora of new things to discover on the daily, this place is alien and almost scary and it fascinates the angel child. The girl keeps her wings pulled to her sides as she explores, hoping to run into Ghaul or her new friend Draco. She is surprised that Ghaul hasn’t found her yet – with his heightened predatory senses, it would have been a quick game for him to locate her amongst the kingdom that lacks in foliage. She wonders if the fire in her burns red, or the blues of the hottest of the flames in his mind... maybe she’ll have to ask him. No, she will ask him, next time she sees him here. If this is to be the place where they settle while he topples empires, she needs to know everything there is to know about him. It doesn’t take her long to hear his delighted chittering, not far ahead. She hurries forward eagerly, but a feminine laugh slows her pace. Is he with another girl? She’s told herself before that she doesn’t mind if he finds company with other girls, but nothing prepares her for the white-hot flash of jealousy that almost throws her into a full shift; she finds her talons digging anxiously into the ground and she rushes around the bend, nearly colliding with Ghaul and Draco. Awkwardly she slides to a halt and looks over at the unfamiliar girl, trying to force herself to relax. The galaxy marked girl isn’t anywhere near Ghaul, but the way she teases the blind boy makes Clarissa uncomfortable and she entwines herself into her Ghaul, her feathered wings brushing against his leathery ones and her taloned feet brushing nervously against his. She hasn’t had much social interaction outside of her family and she feels awkward and nervous, but she forces herself to look at Desire and smile softly. “If you knew Ghaul, you’d know he’ll destroy anything in his path to greatness,” she tells her, her golden eyes sparkling as she talks of the boy she loves. “I’m Clarissa,” she adds, dipping her head politely at the starry stranger. As awkward as she is, it is good to not feel so lonely, and she hopes that they can be friends. clarissa RE: devil in disguise - draco - 12-05-2019 draco hitch a ride on my violence “Hmmmm,” Draco hums to himself as the constant breeze of Pangea ties his flecked mane in knots. He drags a curious gaze across the horizon before picking up the crash of an approaching equine. The dust stirs at his hooves when he halts, finding a home in the fur just above his hooves that tints his glimmering black red. Briefly, he admires the sunset red color—and when he returns his gaze to ahead of him, his horn-eyed brother is rushing toward him. draco is thirty flirty and thriving @[ghaul] @[Desire] @[clarissa] RE: devil in disguise - ghaul - 12-18-2019 do you think God stays in his heaven because he, too, lives in fear of what he has created?
He can see the outline of Draco’s legs as they eagerly step in place while Ghaul rushes toward him. His wings snap open to an impressive width while he examines his brother’s face, content with what he finds. Draco is much like their father and this thought draws immediate approval from the depths of the nightmare boy’s heart. The brother counters his greeting and a wild clicking emanates from his throat when he introduces himself. A demon! A boisterous laughter fills the air as Ghaul folds his wings back over himself. ghaul @[Desire] RE: devil in disguise - Desire - 12-25-2019 sometimes I'm terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants — She is nothing like her companions, but she doesn’t yet know all the reasons why. Her mother had said that her and Stave came from the stars, but she cannot fully comprehend how. She is too young to realize that they are an almost impossible creation, that from the stars does not logically make any sense at all; that most cannot just go to the stars and create children. They were set apart from the rest in that aspect, but Desire doesn’t understand it – not yet, at least. She does know that she is different, though. She is different because she does not understand the insecurity that reads so plainly on the other girl’s face when she approaches and secures herself next to Ghaul. The idea of not being entirely confident in yourself was a foreign concept to her, and it causes her eyes to flicker across Clarissa’s face with something that is a mix between curiosity and pity. She is different because she does not understand why Ghaul feels the need to verbally announce his greatness, when true greatness can be seen. Her father is great, but she cannot imagine that he ever has to tell anyone. He is great enough, in fact, that Ryatah hasn’t ever told them much about him – at least, not her experiences with him. But the stories that run rampant in Beqanna are plentiful enough that her and Stave have filled in most of the blanks on their own, and it’s why Ghaul can tell her he’s going to be great all he wants, it still stirs nothing inside of her. Her dark eyes look back to Draco when he speaks, silently observing his own wants and desires that seem to radiate from him. She is surprised that with him, it’s relatively easy to pinpoint what he wants – a brief image of a silver girl covered in curious dapples and snowflakes that shimmer on her nose flickering somewhere in her mind – and she isn’t sure why she finds this amusing. She of course has no idea who the girl is, and it doesn’t make a difference. It was the fact that he was one of the first she has come across with a clear want rooted inside of him, and it is all she can do to stifle the need to cast an illusion just to see what will happen. Ghaul addresses her, and her shark-black eyes look to him, roving over the place where his eyes should have been. “I don’t have to conquer anything. The world is already mine.” Desire |