@[Vessel]
The rain gains strength by the second. Thunder is booming, snapping and crackling – the storm is almost over head now. Hail is next. Big hemlock-cone sized fall everywhere. The sound of their crashing against rock and tree almost drowns out the sheets of rain that are now falling so hard you can't see in front of you.
“CHEM!” She wails, or so he perceives it to be a wail. He lunges into the cave through a veil of falling water. This stream of steady run off blocks the cave's opening and seconds after he gets through the threshold earth begins to tumble down along with clods of mud and stone. They're somewhat trapped for the time being...it's too much of a risk to try and barge through the opening now while the mudslide progresses. He slithers into the rocky room and sidles up cozily beside her, “I'm here, little.” He touches her on her cheek with his soggy cold lip, his whiskers bending against her soft flesh. He taps her gently, breathing hot air through his nostrils onto her chilly skin. He wraps his head around her front and pulls her in with a nudge, pressing her cold body against his warmer, bigger one. “This will pass in an hour or so..” Just then thunder shakes the ground and lightening strikes just outside of the cave. To his surprise the flash illuminates a hall deeper into the cave, like a tunnel. Gauges in it's ceiling allow rain to and light (whatever little there is) flood in – so when the lightening strikes it lights the way deeper into the cave. “Hm.” He contemplates to himself, checking her over once more with a tender touch of his muzzle across her face and neck. “Once you get warmer perhaps we should explore the length of this cave...it looks like an old abandoned tunnel, I think.” He's still staring into the darkness and runs through his next move.
Now he's in too far. He wants her. Kimber...the army...The Chamber. His thoughts ring aloud in his head. He doesn't care. He'll fight them all. Something has come over him – something of...passion? He knows it's wrong. She's so innocent. So beautiful. So forbidden. He casts any worry he might have aside and tells himself he will tell her soon. Or maybe he'll really lead her home and hope she stays...no...he cannot risk her being away, getting taken or possibly realizing how heroic he isn't. The magnetism between them must remain, he muses. He's never been this way. He's always been so nonchalant about mares or their love for him, or lack of. He will not call it love, but it is certainly something. He's felt lust plenty of times but there is something a little more dense about this feeling. Something new and threatening. Something adventurous.
your post was beyond lovely. i'm sorry it took me a hundred years to reply <3
i'm in love with these two, for real.
The rain gains strength by the second. Thunder is booming, snapping and crackling – the storm is almost over head now. Hail is next. Big hemlock-cone sized fall everywhere. The sound of their crashing against rock and tree almost drowns out the sheets of rain that are now falling so hard you can't see in front of you.
“CHEM!” She wails, or so he perceives it to be a wail. He lunges into the cave through a veil of falling water. This stream of steady run off blocks the cave's opening and seconds after he gets through the threshold earth begins to tumble down along with clods of mud and stone. They're somewhat trapped for the time being...it's too much of a risk to try and barge through the opening now while the mudslide progresses. He slithers into the rocky room and sidles up cozily beside her, “I'm here, little.” He touches her on her cheek with his soggy cold lip, his whiskers bending against her soft flesh. He taps her gently, breathing hot air through his nostrils onto her chilly skin. He wraps his head around her front and pulls her in with a nudge, pressing her cold body against his warmer, bigger one. “This will pass in an hour or so..” Just then thunder shakes the ground and lightening strikes just outside of the cave. To his surprise the flash illuminates a hall deeper into the cave, like a tunnel. Gauges in it's ceiling allow rain to and light (whatever little there is) flood in – so when the lightening strikes it lights the way deeper into the cave. “Hm.” He contemplates to himself, checking her over once more with a tender touch of his muzzle across her face and neck. “Once you get warmer perhaps we should explore the length of this cave...it looks like an old abandoned tunnel, I think.” He's still staring into the darkness and runs through his next move.
Now he's in too far. He wants her. Kimber...the army...The Chamber. His thoughts ring aloud in his head. He doesn't care. He'll fight them all. Something has come over him – something of...passion? He knows it's wrong. She's so innocent. So beautiful. So forbidden. He casts any worry he might have aside and tells himself he will tell her soon. Or maybe he'll really lead her home and hope she stays...no...he cannot risk her being away, getting taken or possibly realizing how heroic he isn't. The magnetism between them must remain, he muses. He's never been this way. He's always been so nonchalant about mares or their love for him, or lack of. He will not call it love, but it is certainly something. He's felt lust plenty of times but there is something a little more dense about this feeling. Something new and threatening. Something adventurous.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
your post was beyond lovely. i'm sorry it took me a hundred years to reply <3
i'm in love with these two, for real.
