01-10-2021, 01:32 PM
it was a blood-soaked feast
that never ceased
that never ceased
Maugrim does not find it surprising that solitude finds him so easily. It is something he had grown accustomed to when he was just a child and it followed him into adulthood. The solitary life is something that calls to him and though he has those who he keeps close, there is nothing he will love more than the water that calls him home. But, every so often, the stallion finds his equine instincts searching for the warmth of another, whether it be a lover or merely drowning them - it didn’t matter either way, as long as he curbed his appetite for intimacy and touch.
The onslaught of never ending darkness seems to have brought out all sorts of monsters; things that glide through the dark on silent claws, scuffling in the underbrush and clicking their talons on the many boulders that hide beneath the red-orange canopy of Sylva. Despite the absence of the sun, winter still seems to be on its way out, as the snow has become muddied and only found in small heaps, melting into puddles.
The shadows and whispers of demons in the dark do not catch his attention - none would enter the water and thus, Maugrim finds himself immune to their ferocity.
Something else entirely draws the Poseidon from his resting place.
His memory is not fuzzy despite the length of time that has passed since last seeing Nexu. He can hardly remember their last moments together; it was as if they were suddenly apart, without any transition whatsoever. Curious and wondering if she still holds any favor for him within her chasm of a chest, the evergreen and lavender stallion finds himself at the outside of the damp cave that is now filled with the scent of her - fresh and very much alive.
“Nexu,” he says softly into the night air, the sound of other monsters scurrying in the darkness at the sound of his voice. But his ears are trained on the mouth of the cave before him, where the winter’s wind howls against the opening. She must be searching for him in the pits of their cave, for why else would she return here? She would discover his scent is only newly fresh, as for many years he had spent at the bottom of the lake.
The stallion steps into the cave, his hooves clicking sharply on the stone - announcing his presence to her.
The onslaught of never ending darkness seems to have brought out all sorts of monsters; things that glide through the dark on silent claws, scuffling in the underbrush and clicking their talons on the many boulders that hide beneath the red-orange canopy of Sylva. Despite the absence of the sun, winter still seems to be on its way out, as the snow has become muddied and only found in small heaps, melting into puddles.
The shadows and whispers of demons in the dark do not catch his attention - none would enter the water and thus, Maugrim finds himself immune to their ferocity.
Something else entirely draws the Poseidon from his resting place.
His memory is not fuzzy despite the length of time that has passed since last seeing Nexu. He can hardly remember their last moments together; it was as if they were suddenly apart, without any transition whatsoever. Curious and wondering if she still holds any favor for him within her chasm of a chest, the evergreen and lavender stallion finds himself at the outside of the damp cave that is now filled with the scent of her - fresh and very much alive.
“Nexu,” he says softly into the night air, the sound of other monsters scurrying in the darkness at the sound of his voice. But his ears are trained on the mouth of the cave before him, where the winter’s wind howls against the opening. She must be searching for him in the pits of their cave, for why else would she return here? She would discover his scent is only newly fresh, as for many years he had spent at the bottom of the lake.
The stallion steps into the cave, his hooves clicking sharply on the stone - announcing his presence to her.
m a u g r i m.
@[Nexu]