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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "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


    come out to play [vessel]
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    It's cold and the air is so heavy, the dampness all over, thick in the atmosphere. Their fur mixes when their ribs touch and his black hairs nestle lovingly in her reddish ones, though the darkness cloaks it and neither horse is likely to notice such a minute thing... He continues to take liberties with his 'nuzzling' and bumping his hot breath against her soft flesh. Her skin stops trembling from the chill sometime between his affections and his gentle prodding to get her to walk down the suspected corridor.

    He's a little surprised when she mentions not going to the Chamber just yet. It's almost too difficult for him to hide his sinister smirk, but he manages to and simply turns to her with a placid look on his ghost-white face. “I know a place we can go. Let's just follow this..thing....I thought I saw further down that it opens up. The strikes of light will guide us, sort of..” He's confident in his mediocre night vision and the help from random lightening bursts to brighten his path.

    He's not sure what he's doing exactly and that in itself is extremely uncharacteristic of the young stallion so far. He likes to have a plan, an attack, an agenda. It is his only comfort, really. With her things are already going far different than he had ever pictured, let alone planned. There is no choreographing anything, he guesses, and so he better just take her...right? Just hide her away? Right under there noses, he suspects. But what of their King? Will it start conflict?

    An idea pops into his mind. I'll have her recruit me.
    But what if she chooses to leave? To stay with her family and not return to the Volcanoes with him.
    That won't do at all.

    He decides he'll have her for a bit longer either way. The crowds will never find them underground for now, and perhaps even Lupei isn't wandering around the Village, giving them a bit more time together before the world breaks them apart. He finds himself entertaining thought patterns he's never explored...like insecurity, fear, … real emotion. The “feelings” are easy enough to suppress, but he doubts they'll be that way for long. The little bay has captured something primal in him and is threatening to tame it, even if it's just a tiny piece.

    He doesn't answer her doubting calls, only turning to bump his nose against her cheek or his shoulder to her shoulder to make sure she's in place right next to him. The tunnel is not long and their only in it for a mile or so; emerging where the rain is a bit less torrential.. Even passed the sound of rain on the leaves he could hear a river in the distance and knew pretty much where they had come up. “Come.” He whispers into her ear and starts off at a trot toward the river. Once their there on the pebbly shores of a gushing current he tries to find the shallowest spot to cross. It will reach her chest, but not quite his. “We're going to have to cross..” If she doesn't refuse then he'll guide her into the rushing wave of white tipped water, keeping her tight against him so the current can only push her into him and not down river if she loses her balance. He goes at her pace and is ready to take emergency action (grabbing her by whatever he can with his mouth and dragging her ashore) if she falls or falters. His legs are thick and made of tremendous strength, ready for stuff like this and more.

    Once across he checks her over suspiciously for any wounds or scuffs in her pretty little coat. “How'd you do? You ok, little?” His touches become rather exploratory and brazen. When checking her belly and slips his muzzle as far back as it with comfortably push, somewhat like the action of a nursing foal but obviously that's not what's on his mind with such a move. Then as he's checking her back and rump his teeth nip gently at the back of her thigh, sliding his lips down the back of her leg before pulling away in reluctance. His eyes move to her face, watching for a reaction to his advances – for the first time in  his life he's slightly worried about what she might think of him and his rawness.

    chemdog
    astra inclinant, sed non obligant.




    omg novel i'm so friggin sorry if i rambled xD
    it just fell out


    also if i did any powerplaying just ignore it or use it whatever you want
    i kind of went a little crazy with the story lol feel free to do the same


    I LOVE YOUR POST BTW
    -fans self-

    @[Vessel]


    Messages In This Thread
    come out to play [vessel] - by Chemdog - 06-07-2016, 03:16 PM
    RE: come out to play [vessel] - by Vessel - 06-09-2016, 06:13 PM
    RE: come out to play [vessel] - by Chemdog - 07-03-2016, 12:50 PM



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