12-04-2016, 09:58 PM
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Beqanna
Assailant -- Year 226
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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12-04-2016, 09:58 PM
12-06-2016, 12:15 AM
Stillwater
History was repeating. Once again, he was haunting the very same hill, his silhouette slowly fading with the sinking sun. Each night he left the depths of darkness and the gently trickling ambience of his cavern, kept his silent vigil. He would stare out into the night, unmoving. Watching. Waiting. Then finally at dawn, he'd make his way back home, and vanish from the earth until the moon lit his doorway again. She had plans locked tight in that clever mind of hers. Plans concerning him, concerning each of the few males that dared to join a sisterhood. It was laughable to think they may actually believe he was one of them. As though his kind would seek out companionship of a herd, long for a soft glance and a lover's touch. Wish for a safety in numbers. Comical, really. And yet. Here he was, standing around idly and awaiting the virulent Queen of his land. Just as before with Naga, he was leashed to her schedule, made to hover around until she chose to make an appearance. Obedient without command. It was the title he respected, the power she held over him. Though Nayl did have a certain... charm about her. He wasn't sure she was even aware of it, an accidental allure that softened and intrigued the victims of her fire-eyes. And then it came. His name slid from her tongue like warm honey, smooth and rich. Immediately, he hated the odd little tingle her voice stirred in his belly, the foreign zip through his veins. With a languid turn-about, dark, gray-blue eyes met her red-hot blaze. He could almost hear the hissing steam rising between them, cool water licking at searing heat. She appeared in her usual manner; stoic and guarded. He found he missed the day she'd been more open with him. As it was, he shared a similar lack of expression as he tried to read the dancing silence in her eyes. What a pair they made with their neutral faces and careful words. She seemed to feel the seething steam between the clash of their gazes and glanced away. Gentle drifts of salty sea air combed its grasping fingers through her dark hair, mocking him and claiming her before him. The one he couldn't touch. It found its enjoyment in the darkening of his eyes and teased him further, dragging her tantalizing fragrance through his nostrils. Cheeky bastard. "Are you frightened of my plans, Stillwater?" There it was again, his name. Only a name given to him at birth and yet also.. a stealthy warning. And something else entirely on her tongue. The brine of the sea clung to him, as though it originated from him and not the ocean. A sharp tang, deceptively sweet. But she couldn't truly know, could she. The manner of the beast. The darkness in his eyes laughed at that question. Frightened. But he said nothing, withheld any reaction save the faint light of amusement reflecting back at her. A sneaking grin tried to play at her lips as she met his stare once again, just another tease. "I saw the way you looked at me." He almost smiled. Did she mean now, with this raw hunger eating at him, devouring the savory contours of her face? Swallowing the glowing embers of her eyes that singed his skin. Come and let me cool you. He let a corner of his mouth tighten with a faint not-grin of his own. Frightened, she'd said. Not he. Never he. And if I am? he smoothed casually, a signature slick of water gliding down his coat. His mouth tilted just a hint more. Am I to believe you'd care? he... whatever this is, it is your fault :| go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it
12-07-2016, 09:48 PM
12-09-2016, 05:03 PM
Stillwater
He'd never stood so still. Conversation was lost in this void of time, and the captivating moment dragged on. He barely breathed as she crept closer, so careful. Almost hesitant. She reached, and he answered, barely leaning into it. Just enough for her whiskers to touch. They tickled his sensitive skin, and his blood roared. His face was a careful mask of mild curiosity, belly rolling in hunger. Beneath the stoic exterior, muscles were locked and taut, mindful not to let her make contact as he watched her grasping whiskers behind half-lidded eyes. Battling his fierce appetite not to just take what it craved. She was so close. If only he would take it. The slightest move could claim her. His mouth watered. All he had to do was touch her. But he couldn't. Any others would do, but this one. She was protected. Off-limits. The proverbial crown encircling her lovely skull warded her from the malevolent spirit swimming just beneath the surface. Like a blessed cross to a demon, he could only come so close before he would rebound away from her. No, he couldn't touch her. But could he really be blamed if she touched him? The unwanted thought pulled at his hunger like a leash to hound. Touch her. Don't touch her. And then she stopped; retreated. Safe again. Saving them both. She was fighting her own battle in that mind of hers, just as he warred with his primal nature. He remained as he was, didn't pull back as she had, as though she were still there. Filling his senses with her fragrance. What were observations of leadership to a starving beast? It had been so long since he'd been truly well and sated. And here she nearly unwittingly delivered herself to him on a royal dish. How long could she withstand his lure? And who was to say he wouldn't just forget about her silly crown. Ah, but the Queen. No, he supposed he could never forget that. It came with far too much trouble. With a silent sigh he, too, retreated; straightening. When he met her troubled eyes again, he nearly growled for what secret she kept hidden in their depths. Innocence. His eyes flashed with his need, but he forced himself to remain stoic and still. They were always the best, the innocent, the most savory. Who would have guessed this confident, attractive woman would not have even this shallow amount of experience. She was trouble. He was trouble. The brazen wind cradled her again, shamelessly grabbing and groping the only one he couldn't touch. Mocking him and that damned invisible boundary around her. Relentless prick. "Stillwater." Her silken voice steadied his gaze on her face. "I want you to make an oath to me. I want to know I can trust you and that I can depend on you." She didn't even realize how terribly humorous that was. An oath, he repeated thoughtfully, gray-blue eyes searching her face absentmindedly, lingering on her lips. That is a heavy request of anyone, I imagine. Even for you, princess. A lulling hush settled in, the push and pull of the waves whispering fanciful secrets of the mer-kingdoms. Don't you already trust me? he asked quietly. More comfortable silence drew out, a stray sea breeze chilling the droplets on his skin. She'd opened up to him once before. Hadn't they shared something then? At least a feeble connection, perhaps? I want the cave, he slid in softly, edging a single step closer. All those stern expressions she wore never seemed to touch her lips. Always so supple and ripe. The one that smells like me, he added with a sly grin. Do you know that smell? The one that draws you in. Don't you want more of it? Let it be mine alone. To do whatever I want... With whomever I want. His eyes lifted to lock with hers. Sizzling steam. What oath would you hold? he asked curiously, a slow smile creeping in. What would you vow to me in return? go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it
12-15-2016, 08:04 PM
12-16-2016, 11:54 PM
(This post was last modified: 12-17-2016, 10:12 AM by Stillwater.)
Stillwater
Don't you already trust me.. "I want to, but you are close to Naga, no?" A smile crept up his lips. She was Queen, and I only a humble man under her reign. It was the truth. Naga had not stayed long enough to know him and learn to confine him. Now he hoped Nayl would be equally lenient. He did have his own regulations, he wasn't entirely unhinged, but rulers could always pose trouble on his.. less than ideal habits. And now you are Queen. A humble man. A solitary creature. He studied her from his place a few feet away, where she'd pulled away from their almost-touch. She didn't realize that should she decide one day to change her mind, give in to their shared desire to feel his warm muscles against her luxurious skin, he would be the one to step away. She was too conflicted, and probably would not ever be bold enough to make that decision. Not with him. Even still, he couldn't allow it no matter how she seemed to toy with his natural desires. A Queen was too much trouble. Something changed in her demeanor. Only the slightest shift. Colder, now. More stern and distant. It tickled his senses in delight. Is this jealousy, my Queen? he thought with amusement. With an icy chill in her voice, she granted him his cave. And with it, his complete freedom. He closed his eyes and breathed deep, relieved, as though he could feel the metaphoric leash around his neck loosening and falling to the ground. Freeing him. Anything he wanted, with anyone he wanted. "With whomever," her sharp voice cut in. He chuckled softly, daring to take another step closer to her as he searched her fire-eyes for the truth. She thought he wanted a number of women beneath him, did she? She thought he was weak and uncontrolled, just a man that followed his lust wherever it took him? She thought it was mindless sex that would sate him. Mmm.. he hummed low in evident pleasure, eyelids drifting slowly closed and vacuuming in that teasing fragrance of hers. He could play this image for her. If it was a lustful man she wanted to see him as, he could oblige. But only a little. Just for today. What if it were you that I was asking for? Can you imagine what we could do in there together? Concealed from prying eyes. Complete freedom to do what I want, with whom I want. He let it weigh between them, his eyes dancing; not an invitation as she might think, but a challenge. One he never expected her to accept, but couldn't help but lay it bare before her, curiosity be damned. He had that liberty now. She had granted it to him. Whomever he wanted. "You would be a high-esteemed trusted friend in all my endeavors," she continued, clarifying what she thought were benefits to this trading of oaths. Back to business then, he supposed. "What else do you want besides your whore cave?" He clucked his tongue at her sadly, a soft frown pulling at his handsome face before sobering smoothly. Do not think that you know me, he said quietly, even but kind as he circled to her side, appraising her. Another stealthy warning. She would not get another. He let a faint smile soften his expression. What exactly will you require from me? What sort of... duties will you ask of me? He nearly spit out the vile word. Duties. Like some servant. She may be his Queen, but they were equals in his mind. He was, after all, a King in his own way. Whether she knew it or not. No, he was more than a King. And he would not vow to her blindly like some naive fool. He would not be twisted into secret schemes of her vicious mind without the chance to refuse them just for swearing allegiance to her. go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it
12-31-2016, 11:33 AM
12-31-2016, 07:22 PM
Stillwater Untouched. Something flared to life in his dark eyes, but he held back any comment. She would not enjoy her lack of intimacy so much if she knew how very wonderful it could feel. How he could feel. He didn't think he would be the one to help her discover it though. Not with her resolve to keep away from his touch. Not with his determination to leave her be, from him. For now, she was safe from him. It made this relationship a taunting and irritating thing. To desire something, to have the power to take it, and to only be able to admire from a distance. Goddamn Queen. The incredibly satisfying heat on his skin from her sweet breath pushed him back. He retreated from it. "You can want me, but you won't have me." She had no idea how true it was, pretentious woman. The others though, they did not have burdensome crowns on their heads warding him off. He looked out to the water as she did, jaw clenched, eyes cooled. Agitated. And not caring to hide it from her. Let her see how much he despised this. At least she could once again enjoy his openness with her. "Can your loyalty be so easily bought?" she asked as his gaze settled on her again. Cool, dark eyes met hers when she faced him again, amusement lightening her fire. He blinked back, silently grinding his teeth. He was not bought. Loyalty. Was there anything she could promise him that would grant her that reward? That which was not given to anyone. His loyalties always remained with himself. Only himself. Solitary creature. "All I want is you to be by my side throughout this reign. All I want is to be able to trust you." He held his silence. Disassembling it in his mind piece by piece. Trying to discern the lie, the hidden meaning. It was clear she did not desire a coupling, a mate. What use would he be at her side? His eyes darkened with a new suspicion. ...No, she couldn't know. What, then? Trust. Loyalty. She asked for so much. Did she have any idea what those words even meant for him. Why couldn't it be a simple task for him to accept or deny? Instead, she asked the world of him, and Queen or not, she had no right to it. This was not something he could deliver her. Loyalty to the crown, possibly. Because the counter was too much trouble. But that wasn't what she asked for. Loyalty to her was what she really desired. She gave him nothing that would win that for her. You ask too much of me, he said softly in honesty, his eyes falling to her tasteful lips once again. More openness for her. Though he really shouldn't. But he wouldn't leave her empty-handed. He would give her at least something to quiet her mind. I want no other on your throne. And I certainly don't want it for myself, he said firmly but flat. Which is the only thing keeping me from you. Would it be enough for her? What was she really after here? go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it
01-05-2017, 09:13 PM
01-05-2017, 11:37 PM
Stillwater "There have been hundreds of horses that have been able to be loyal to one another." Somehow, he managed not to scoff, knowing full well she would not return the same loyalty, did not even expect it of herself. He would never give what was not already equally given to him in turn. Even still, he wasn't sure loyalty was something he even had available to give to anyone. Not his kind of loyalty. Most especially to a temptress Queen who didn't know what she truly wanted. She told him of her vow to herself, not to fall prey to a man's heat at her side. She told him that she'd avoided stallions her whole life, and he wondered why she didn't see that as her weakness. As though a man could have control over her, the boogieman of her adult life. He shook his head to himself, but he wouldn't tell her how a man at her side could make her stronger instead of weak. How one might support her, raise her higher, hold her steady. He couldn't risk giving her any crazy ideas. Or making her more powerful than she already was. "And yet, here I am with you." His eyes darkened as he met her gaze once again. She was good at this game, and he was wondering if she knew she was even playing it. But more importantly, would he dare to play it back? It held him silent for a long while, staring into her eyes, trying to figure her out. What the hell did she want from him? What was the point in this back and forth, the push and pull that she did with him. And why are you here with me? he challenged. Why do you dare try to make me feel special. As though I mean something when we both know that I do not. He considered giving her what she desired, that she wasn't aware that she wanted so badly. His hot breath fanned across her muzzle, his eyes falling helplessly to her perfect face again. Stupid woman. She had no idea who she was toying with. And then his mouth was stupid, too, spitting out things he never meant to say, in such a melting, gentle whisper no less. To someone else, anyone else, yes. But not to her, the Queen. I could show you, Queen. With a touch you could see that you won't crumble to the floor. No, instead you will fly.. He stiffened, his eyes sharpening as he jerked back with an airy hiss. As though she stung him. Burned him. He spun away before she could take up that thoughtless offer. Like hell, he would touch her. Not this one, not her. Untouchable in both directions. Stupid woman. Stupid man. It would never happen. He glared at her over his shoulder as he continued his escape, a look of pure menace with his teeth bared, to keep her back. Leave me be, woman, he demanded harshly in a gravelly voice. Nevermind the quickening of his pulse. Nevermind the Hunger demanding him to act. He wouldn't take this one. ooc: err...well then. :| that..oughta make his disappearance a little more interesting i suppose. :| go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it | |||||||||||||||
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