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Our love's a monster with two heads and one heartbeat; any - Calleis - 08-24-2016
Calleis
Carnage x Moose
RE: Our love's a monster with two heads and one heartbeat; any - Killdare - 08-25-2016
± when you feel my heat, look into my eyes ±
It is not enough to simply rule. To boast a crown on one's head and call yourself King. It takes more than titles and positions and the Chamber King could no longer leave the Kingdom to tend itself. Once more their numbers had slowly dwindled, tapered away with the closing of the year and it would seem that Winter’s snow had begun running off all manner of life- including the herd.
True he could manage to fill it, if only spreading his own lines to fill the empty crevices was enough. While that might all sound good and well, he and Malis could not be left to populate the Chamber themselves- the poor woman. Killdare shook his large head at the thought, tangled tresses of wavy black moving stiffly against particles of ice. This year it seemed winter had come with a vengeance or perhaps it was only because he had nothing to warm himself with now, no fire to burn within the very folds of his earthy skin. He was starting all over in that regard, his winter coat still not quite thick enough for his liking and it would not soon fill to what it should, what it could.
Alas, that was yet another price he paid, another tribute to the Chamber he would call it. Sometimes She took and took, yet he did not break at Her greed, instead he bent. He would always bend when it came to Her, as he very well should. For all She took She had given just as much or more, for all he paid there were still things She could rob him of and yet She did not.
Once again She provides, his glassy eyes falling on a lone mare in the field. Her belly is swollen with child and he wonders if this is some sort of game She likes to play with him, sending him damsels in distress to test him. Each heavy foot fall receives a resounding crunch beneath his weight as he stalks towards her, greeting her in deep baritone before he finally stops. Close but not too close, Gods know what kind of circumstance had left the woman in the bitter winds full of child and empty of hearth. “Hello. Killdare of the Chamber and you might be?” he offered then he asked, doing his best at diplomatic banter.
True he could manage to fill it, if only spreading his own lines to fill the empty crevices was enough. While that might all sound good and well, he and Malis could not be left to populate the Chamber themselves- the poor woman. Killdare shook his large head at the thought, tangled tresses of wavy black moving stiffly against particles of ice. This year it seemed winter had come with a vengeance or perhaps it was only because he had nothing to warm himself with now, no fire to burn within the very folds of his earthy skin. He was starting all over in that regard, his winter coat still not quite thick enough for his liking and it would not soon fill to what it should, what it could.
Alas, that was yet another price he paid, another tribute to the Chamber he would call it. Sometimes She took and took, yet he did not break at Her greed, instead he bent. He would always bend when it came to Her, as he very well should. For all She took She had given just as much or more, for all he paid there were still things She could rob him of and yet She did not.
Once again She provides, his glassy eyes falling on a lone mare in the field. Her belly is swollen with child and he wonders if this is some sort of game She likes to play with him, sending him damsels in distress to test him. Each heavy foot fall receives a resounding crunch beneath his weight as he stalks towards her, greeting her in deep baritone before he finally stops. Close but not too close, Gods know what kind of circumstance had left the woman in the bitter winds full of child and empty of hearth. “Hello. Killdare of the Chamber and you might be?” he offered then he asked, doing his best at diplomatic banter.
KILLDARE
King of the Chamber
RE: Our love's a monster with two heads and one heartbeat; any - Calleis - 08-27-2016
Calleis
Carnage x Moose
RE: Our love's a monster with two heads and one heartbeat; any - Tiphon - 08-28-2016
BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
He has been watching her from afar, drawn in by the golden shimmer that is so rarely seen. The ones who have possessed that memorable color have always been of his blood, but he doesn’t know this girl. There are resemblances in the angles of her face and the musculature of her body. It plays with his memory, drawing him in and pushing him out as he fights himself to identify her, but nothing comes of it. Little does he know how closely related they are, how their bodies are made nearly of the same material. The distance between them is enough to obscure his memory, to fool him into thinking that it’s just coincidence that she stands out to him. With his eyes never wavering Tiphon weighs the choices back and forth, but he doesn’t move until Killdare is already upon her, smelling thickly of the Chamber.
Their names are being sullenly exchanged when Tiphon arrives and takes his place opposite of the Chamberling. The piney scent of the kingdom brings him back to his birth when he had murdered both mother and father. It was for the good of Beqanna, he reassures himself, as his molten eyes rake over the stallion before slipping to Calleis. It doesn’t skip notice how heavily pregnant she is; the angel considers it with narrowed eyes, not in distaste but in thought, before his attention drifts to her own golden stare.
Moose. He can see his grandmother in the mare’s little smile and in her piercing stare. His breath catches in his throat and he finds himself unable to speak for a long moment until he is able to compose himself and hurriedly grope for his own name. ” Tiphon,” he finally says after swallowing the lump in his throat, his eyes searching her from underneath his forelock. His heart wants to reach out to her and to cradle her, as though they are meant to be pressed to each other’s sides. Its beat quickens painfully because he feels protective of her but isn’t quite sure why. ”Who—“ he wants to ask of her parents, but it’s as though his tongue swells to prevent him. He hesitates. While the air around them shimmers with his body’s halo, he resigns to simply say, ”I come from the Dale, if you’re interested to know more.”
Their names are being sullenly exchanged when Tiphon arrives and takes his place opposite of the Chamberling. The piney scent of the kingdom brings him back to his birth when he had murdered both mother and father. It was for the good of Beqanna, he reassures himself, as his molten eyes rake over the stallion before slipping to Calleis. It doesn’t skip notice how heavily pregnant she is; the angel considers it with narrowed eyes, not in distaste but in thought, before his attention drifts to her own golden stare.
Moose. He can see his grandmother in the mare’s little smile and in her piercing stare. His breath catches in his throat and he finds himself unable to speak for a long moment until he is able to compose himself and hurriedly grope for his own name. ” Tiphon,” he finally says after swallowing the lump in his throat, his eyes searching her from underneath his forelock. His heart wants to reach out to her and to cradle her, as though they are meant to be pressed to each other’s sides. Its beat quickens painfully because he feels protective of her but isn’t quite sure why. ”Who—“ he wants to ask of her parents, but it’s as though his tongue swells to prevent him. He hesitates. While the air around them shimmers with his body’s halo, he resigns to simply say, ”I come from the Dale, if you’re interested to know more.”
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION
RE: Our love's a monster with two heads and one heartbeat; any - Killdare - 08-29-2016
± when you feel my heat, look into my eyes ±
Why he doesn’t expect her wary response to his approach he doesn’t know. You would think he would be used to it by now, the Chamber had a lingering scent of pine that was far too distinct to be ignored. It also had a terrible reputation and it seemed it was not something even the King could abandon at this point- old habits die the hardest.
His glassy green eyes watch as the dark colored woman backs into the trees, trying her best to mold herself into the shadow and cover they provided. It may have worked in the warmer months when the trunks held leafy branches instead of naked limbs and bare brown bark. Not a shred of moss lingered on the rough surface of the wooden spires, they were all terribly stark and quiet against the snow. Though now as he watches her tremble he isn’t sure if even the leafiest bramble would have hidden her, instead she would likely have sent the bush quaking and given herself away within moments.
He sighed as she looked him over just as he had done to her seconds before. His own eyes were curious, taking in information and noting her condition. Hers though, hers were different her stare was uncertain as if she expecting something or someone else. “Very well, Calleis of nowhere,” no where, not likely but he wouldn’t press the issue. “It seems as though you were expecting someone else? Sorry to disappoint.” Not that he had a moment to inquire further just yet, another was already approaching and the scent of the Dale rushed into his lungs with a fervor. The man to join was the purest porcelain, even greater and more a white than the snow on which Killdare stood. Gold kissed his points and great wings folded against his back and the Chamber King gave a nod as the small duo became a trio.
Without a name he began offering his home as well, starting with ‘Who’ but quickly deciding against whatever was to follow. “Perhaps you would like somewhere besides ‘no where’ to stay?”Now it was up to her, the rounded dark female before them and all Killdare could do was wait.
His glassy green eyes watch as the dark colored woman backs into the trees, trying her best to mold herself into the shadow and cover they provided. It may have worked in the warmer months when the trunks held leafy branches instead of naked limbs and bare brown bark. Not a shred of moss lingered on the rough surface of the wooden spires, they were all terribly stark and quiet against the snow. Though now as he watches her tremble he isn’t sure if even the leafiest bramble would have hidden her, instead she would likely have sent the bush quaking and given herself away within moments.
He sighed as she looked him over just as he had done to her seconds before. His own eyes were curious, taking in information and noting her condition. Hers though, hers were different her stare was uncertain as if she expecting something or someone else. “Very well, Calleis of nowhere,” no where, not likely but he wouldn’t press the issue. “It seems as though you were expecting someone else? Sorry to disappoint.” Not that he had a moment to inquire further just yet, another was already approaching and the scent of the Dale rushed into his lungs with a fervor. The man to join was the purest porcelain, even greater and more a white than the snow on which Killdare stood. Gold kissed his points and great wings folded against his back and the Chamber King gave a nod as the small duo became a trio.
Without a name he began offering his home as well, starting with ‘Who’ but quickly deciding against whatever was to follow. “Perhaps you would like somewhere besides ‘no where’ to stay?”Now it was up to her, the rounded dark female before them and all Killdare could do was wait.
KILLDARE
King of the Chamber
RE: Our love's a monster with two heads and one heartbeat; any - Calleis - 08-31-2016
Calleis
Carnage x Moose