06-12-2021, 07:24 PM
Molech
He is never too far from the river. The water calls to him, patient and steady, and he is not one to drift far from its source. The heat of summer draws many to this place, to bathe in the coolness of the smaller portions and to drink their fill. It’s another reason why he haunts the damp boulders that surround the rushing waters, splashed with mist from the frothing rapids. He does not try to hide, despite the fact that the tall and silent pines that encase the river cast shadows that attempt to cling to him with hungry, humid teeth. The taste of water is still sweet on his tongue, cool and clear, as drip-drying in the fading afternoon light. Dusk would settle in soon, bringing some kind of reprieve to the heat that has gripped him all day.
It is a rugged heat, a warmth that gently rustles the dampness of tri-colored downy feathers, delicate and tender in the way it caresses the fragile bones that flex mindlessly beneath. For a long while, there is nothing for him to hear save for the gurgling of his precious river and the call of songbirds as they dart to and fro between the branches of the green pines. Molech releases a heavy sigh from his goldenrod lips while the obsidian of his forked tongue flickers out simultaneously, tasting the air.
In the same moment that he tastes her in the air, he hears her thoughts in his mind.
With a sudden jerk of his head, the stallion turns his attention downstream. For the first time in a long while, he remembers how terribly hungry he is and it shows in the lavender of his eyes as they shine darkly upon her relaxed form. He immediately moves towards her, his hooves clattering softly on the soft pebbles that surround the river’s bank. She is calm, so he is as well as he stands on the opposite bank from where she wades, a slight tilt to his head and a gentle flutter of his wings to ensure she has in fact been alerted to his presence.
“Hello,” he begins casually, an easy smile on his handsome face. “Mind if I join you?” He has already taken a single step into the water and though he hides his dark intentions well, the question is merely out of politeness - he would be joining her whether she wanted him there or not.
It is a rugged heat, a warmth that gently rustles the dampness of tri-colored downy feathers, delicate and tender in the way it caresses the fragile bones that flex mindlessly beneath. For a long while, there is nothing for him to hear save for the gurgling of his precious river and the call of songbirds as they dart to and fro between the branches of the green pines. Molech releases a heavy sigh from his goldenrod lips while the obsidian of his forked tongue flickers out simultaneously, tasting the air.
In the same moment that he tastes her in the air, he hears her thoughts in his mind.
With a sudden jerk of his head, the stallion turns his attention downstream. For the first time in a long while, he remembers how terribly hungry he is and it shows in the lavender of his eyes as they shine darkly upon her relaxed form. He immediately moves towards her, his hooves clattering softly on the soft pebbles that surround the river’s bank. She is calm, so he is as well as he stands on the opposite bank from where she wades, a slight tilt to his head and a gentle flutter of his wings to ensure she has in fact been alerted to his presence.
“Hello,” he begins casually, an easy smile on his handsome face. “Mind if I join you?” He has already taken a single step into the water and though he hides his dark intentions well, the question is merely out of politeness - he would be joining her whether she wanted him there or not.
YOUR PRECIOUS LIGHT IS FADING
@[Bardot]