beg me not to
I sense another twisted descendent of mine. This one is not the silly little boy in what is now known as the Brilliant Pampas. No, this one is far more interesting, and he peaks my interest far more than the other. I pull my dished face in closer to my chest, my lips rippling into a nasty grin to show off jagged and pointed teeth. I kick my black hooves into a wicked trot and clack my teeth together in a show of dark pleasure.
As I move through the lands, I whisper a call for the boned creature. “Join me in this chaos,” it says, mirroring that dark pleasure that shadows my face. I can feel it in my own bones, this one would be more than happy to assist in my own chaos-making.
It does not take long for him to join me, and when he does, I join with him, as if it was what I was born to do. I lift myself upon his figure, thrusting myself into some unseen orifice and delivering a seed through the magic that chaos breeds around us. From that seed, a life begins to grow within him. I breathe the words in his ears, a plan, as I slide away from him, grinning once more. “Join me,” I say again, before turning my attention on the land before me, on the volcano in the distance.
I move with ease into the land, casting my attention into the area for any signs of life. I don’t care who. Stallions, we’ll kill them. Mares, we’ll rape them and collect them. Foals, same as mares. I smile even broader at the thought, growing eager. I pay little mind to my companion, the bone creature that now carries my growing child. I know he is there. I know he is eager, too.
Finally, I sense something, grinning, I move toward it. “If it’s a mare or foal, feel free to have your way with them.” I throw the words casually over my shoulder for his nonexistent ears to pick up.
As I move through the lands, I whisper a call for the boned creature. “Join me in this chaos,” it says, mirroring that dark pleasure that shadows my face. I can feel it in my own bones, this one would be more than happy to assist in my own chaos-making.
It does not take long for him to join me, and when he does, I join with him, as if it was what I was born to do. I lift myself upon his figure, thrusting myself into some unseen orifice and delivering a seed through the magic that chaos breeds around us. From that seed, a life begins to grow within him. I breathe the words in his ears, a plan, as I slide away from him, grinning once more. “Join me,” I say again, before turning my attention on the land before me, on the volcano in the distance.
I move with ease into the land, casting my attention into the area for any signs of life. I don’t care who. Stallions, we’ll kill them. Mares, we’ll rape them and collect them. Foals, same as mares. I smile even broader at the thought, growing eager. I pay little mind to my companion, the bone creature that now carries my growing child. I know he is there. I know he is eager, too.
Finally, I sense something, grinning, I move toward it. “If it’s a mare or foal, feel free to have your way with them.” I throw the words casually over my shoulder for his nonexistent ears to pick up.
necare
@[Gryffen] @Any