04-09-2016, 12:39 PM
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
What led the woman to these circumstances is unknown. Perhaps she was simply in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe she had called to him in some unknown, soundless voice. Either way he was there, she was here and the matter at hand quickly escalated.
First the parting of her flesh, a sweet scrape of skin revealing the pink beneath. Hair tearing from skin and skin parting ways to reveal muscle and life underneath. Kirin did not have a hankering for the taste of blood but he delighted in the beads of red all the same. Blood was a part of the reward, his reward, as well as the gasps and groans that usually accompanied such injury. It was these, these marks that drove him, it was their squeals that he took pleasure from. Thus he made them, again and again.
Each push, every pull was his to give- to take. Just as each cry and stumble and fall was made because he dreamed it so. With a wry smile he laughs, the mare losing her footing so easily against his shove. "When little girls are good they get to come with me." He assures her of this like it is a common fact, something that is absolute and known. Needless to say both good and bad little girls usually came with him but that was simply a detail- nothing to worry your pretty head about.
"I have just the place for the well behaved, it's called Silver Cove. I'm sure you'll like it there, everyone does." Once there they do not often leave save for when Kirin is done playing, even then there is always the chance they might become some toy for his many siblings or children. Alas, he wont be the one to explain this, that would ruin all the fun.
First the parting of her flesh, a sweet scrape of skin revealing the pink beneath. Hair tearing from skin and skin parting ways to reveal muscle and life underneath. Kirin did not have a hankering for the taste of blood but he delighted in the beads of red all the same. Blood was a part of the reward, his reward, as well as the gasps and groans that usually accompanied such injury. It was these, these marks that drove him, it was their squeals that he took pleasure from. Thus he made them, again and again.
Each push, every pull was his to give- to take. Just as each cry and stumble and fall was made because he dreamed it so. With a wry smile he laughs, the mare losing her footing so easily against his shove. "When little girls are good they get to come with me." He assures her of this like it is a common fact, something that is absolute and known. Needless to say both good and bad little girls usually came with him but that was simply a detail- nothing to worry your pretty head about.
"I have just the place for the well behaved, it's called Silver Cove. I'm sure you'll like it there, everyone does." Once there they do not often leave save for when Kirin is done playing, even then there is always the chance they might become some toy for his many siblings or children. Alas, he wont be the one to explain this, that would ruin all the fun.
Kirin
son of Khaos
