gaza

He’s not the only one that could use something to do; Gaza is just bored out of his mind. He’s run out of self amusing things to do. If this is adulthood, and always needing something to do… well it effing sucks. The Desert is too quiet, and it gives him the creeps. All that empty space and sand, and no one to fill it. Well, he supposes they’re out there, somewhere. But the Desert is so vast and wide, it could easily swallow a pony up and spit them back out again, years later, as long as they knew where the water was.

It’s kind of a sobering thought. A driving thought - pushing Gaza out of the Desert and towards companionship. Again. Whatever happened to Eld and whatever child they made? It’s his first, he’s naturally curious. I mean the act itself seemed to come to him naturally enough, right? But the after part was probably a little awkward as they parted ways… and he hasn’t seen her since. Gaza doesn’t really know what he’s supposed to do in this situation, but Yael is being obnoxious and wants to meet her grandchild. Gaza should start being a good parent and get on that… so out of the Desert he goes.

The Meadow is growing crowded again, as the weather cools and being back out in the open is comfortable again. He no longer has to linger beneath trees to simply keep from passing out in the heat. The dark, glossy (because a man shouldn’t be shiny) stallion may look like his sire, but he doesn’t have the noble, warrior spirit that made Vanquish so beloved. He is the last son, and one in a trio; unless they were chasing camels, he fell into the background and against his magical mother’s side. No one here knows him, no one knows the legacy he is supposed to uphold and all the pressure he puts on his immortal shoulders. Gaza has all the time in the world to grow up, and so he doesn’t. He’s ok with that, and no one’s really (in so many words) told him to do so otherwise. So Gaza flirts and he lazes and works when he feels like it. If it weren’t for his once-royal bloodlines, he’d be a nobody.

Let’s rephrase that. He is a nobody. But maybe it is that exact same carefree nature and boyish attitude that is so attractive.

vanquish x yael

gaza

After a period of concentrated searching, Gaza comes to the conclusion that Eld is not in the Meadow. Hmmm… he’s actually about to turn and leave the festive fall wonderland when a somewhat familiar voices calls out - not with his name, of course, but he still turns around anyway.

It was the fiesty little weather chick from a while ago! Gaza immediately starts to grin, remembering their last interaction under the tree. He had surprised both her and himself that day with what he likes to think of as uncharacteristic boldness. Maybe Lyris is just what he needs… a powerful woman to kick his large, but firm black ass into gear. Gaza meets her a quarter of the way, the corner of his mouth tilting upward in the tiniest of smirks. Which is tiny, for him. “Weather girl!” he calls her, and then adds impishly, “Oh, you know, a little bit of this and a little bit of that… dreaming about snow in the summertime.” He throws her a wink.

Gaze is only half joking, of course. Oh, to have a woman who could do that for him every now and then… he would treat her like a goddamn empress. “What about you, gorgeous? How much trouble have you been causing?”  Gaza whuffles into the crown of her head, lipping gently at strands of her pretty white and gray mane

vanquish x yael

gaza

There is nothing like having a partner in crime; once he’d had two, but they left and never looked back. For awhile, he had that with Drow, as they played in the pond, and now he finds he has the feisty Lyris. Eld and Wichita are quiet and shy - beautiful - but quiet and shy. He becomes more… mature around them, if that is at all possible. With Lyris, he stays the same. He can be the man-boy as they flirt and jest like two quick-witted college kids.

“Hmmm…” he muses - what could he offer her that she didn’t already have? Nothing too serious, of course. They don’t play that game. “How about a leg and a half - and might I point out that they are very meaty legs, worth a fortune on the black market - and let’s say… a fifth of my immortal soul? Not as valuable as the legs, but also not a total rip off.” When he finally closes his mouth, he trails it along her spine, taking a step to follow it toward the round, muscular curve of her haunches.

Gaza snorts softly. “Whatever for? Got an itch to get sand in some sensitive places?” Oh, it’s classic deflection. The Desert is dead and he’s ashamed that he’s all but abandoned it, leaving his Ima to the ghost of his father, and for the Queens to sort it all out themselves. In that moment, he knows he isn’t a part of the kingdom. Not anymore. You see, sometimes it just takes talking it out to decide a solid plan. Ugh, why wasn’t Lyris around more often? “Not quite. I’m leaning towards the Falls or the Gates. I’ve heard they need a few good men. Not sure if that applies to me, but…” he trails off and chuckles. “I’ll tell you where I end up so you can come and visit. Unless stallions are all of a sudden welcome in the Jungle.”

Gaza gently nips at the top of  her hips, sighing heavily in the back of his throat. Oof. He wants her. But he won’t move without some sort of sign. No way in hell was he going to piss off an amazon warrior AND the bringer of cool air. That’s just dumb.

vanquish x yael