Blow Me (One Last Kiss) Kirin/Any

[Siggy]

This place, the scent in the air caught her off guard. Siggy sucked in the salty, damp oxygen, enjoying the tangy aftertaste it left on her tongue. This place refreshed her, the cooler air felt good against her skin and the breeze whipped those long black strands of mane around like she were some sort of runway model. There didn't seem to be many others around, the soft sand drug at her hooves, the waves rippled gently against her legs.

Directing her gaze up the cliff, she climbs the hillside, slipping occasionally on the black obsidian, until she found better footing on the grass. Dropping her muzzle into the damp shoots, her teeth tore the greenery from the damp earth. It was salty, and damp and delicious. Looking around at her surroundings she whinnied softly into the sea stained air, calling for the one who'd commanded her here. Unsure of anything right now, except that she was here, in his bidding.

Her ears pricked forwards, and she lowered her muzzle to the grass again, tearing the tender shoots from the earth, dark orbs flickered about the lands watching, waiting....  

[Kirin]

you're metophorical gin and juice
so come on give me a taste
of what its like to be next to you

Sea and brine are a familiar and natural scent in his home. A constant within the world that ever changes against natural and magical progression. The Cove itself had become a place of consistency under Kirin’s reign, somewhere the unexpected was to be expected. Taboo was the norm and the common horse was frowned upon if not shunned. They were looked down on but they still made good pets every now and then, it was always surprising when the unassuming produced him something of greatness- something worthy.

It is a breeze to find her, sailing across the cool winds blowing off the ocean’s surface. There were terribly few places to hide from him and she had not even bothered to attempt it. Maybe she was not as stupid as she was pitifully plain.

He dips from the skies like any practiced pilot, touching the earth with barely a kick up against the rough stalks of grass and tiny grains of sands. Not many could enjoy the fruit of the earth here, it was no sweet grass or tender blade found in the meadows and fields. The flora was hearty and substantial in the making, bitter when compared with most and heavily laden with the sea. “There you are Siggy dear,” the words crumbling from his mouth like coffee cake against the chill day.

“You’ve been behaving rather well I do say.” He brushes her sides gently with the tips of his lavender plumes, tracing the outline of her shape against the blue backdrop as he advances forward. “Good behavior calls for rewards now doesn’t it pet.” He never meant it as a question because he really didn’t care for her answer. Instead he punctuates the sentence with a nibble to her shoulder, a playful bite if he could ever manage one.

Kirin

son of Khaos