09-28-2017, 01:39 PM
look what you made me do.
Had he not been clear in his pleasure for her? Had he not shown the world that those that pleased him most would be greatly rewarded? Thana has been his most faithful servant, the most willing disciple. When asked to jump, she doesn’t question. She does as she’s told and executes to the highest standard. She has yet to disappoint, to let him down. There is no-one else that can stand by his side as she does as long as she continues to fulfill his high expectations.
The suffering of others means little to him (look at how little he cared for those that mourned the loss of Taiga, revealing in the brain matter that had splatters across his face when she had brained the mare to death). A true psychopath. A genius or a madman… But even he has a small spot in his withered black heart for the likes of her, his kindred spirit. His vengeful bluebird.
She comes as he beckons, cooing delightfully as she lips at his tangled mess of a mane. Crimson eyes flash with lust, adrenaline still coursing through his veins from sacking the autumn lands. They had already accomplished such great trials together. What could they take next, what could they destroy? Always looking for the next high, never satisfied until he has all the answers he seeks. His pale lips brush against the hollow of her jawline, placing a pinching nip with blunted teeth as he presses hard on her cobalt flesh. His body aches for her, in the need to discover the things about her he has yet to find.
Sex was always pleasurable but never important. He got off more on the destruction and chaos he put out in the world. The pleasures of the flesh were always rather lacking and fleeting compared to that. She, however, may be different. His rough touch trails teeth against her neck, yanking at the ebony tresses of her mane. Feeling a hunger for her that he had yet to unleash.
”You’ve done so well…..” A husky whisper, his bloodied iris’s drinking in the supple hollow of her shoulder, tracing the rounded curve of her hip. ”You deserve a reward.” Oh, she was already known as his right-hand. But perhaps there was something else she would want that might mirror his own needs. He had always just taken what he wanted and he doubts she would complain if he did. However, that stirring within him wants her consent. To have the satisfaction that she craves him as deep as he craves her.
The suffering of others means little to him (look at how little he cared for those that mourned the loss of Taiga, revealing in the brain matter that had splatters across his face when she had brained the mare to death). A true psychopath. A genius or a madman… But even he has a small spot in his withered black heart for the likes of her, his kindred spirit. His vengeful bluebird.
She comes as he beckons, cooing delightfully as she lips at his tangled mess of a mane. Crimson eyes flash with lust, adrenaline still coursing through his veins from sacking the autumn lands. They had already accomplished such great trials together. What could they take next, what could they destroy? Always looking for the next high, never satisfied until he has all the answers he seeks. His pale lips brush against the hollow of her jawline, placing a pinching nip with blunted teeth as he presses hard on her cobalt flesh. His body aches for her, in the need to discover the things about her he has yet to find.
Sex was always pleasurable but never important. He got off more on the destruction and chaos he put out in the world. The pleasures of the flesh were always rather lacking and fleeting compared to that. She, however, may be different. His rough touch trails teeth against her neck, yanking at the ebony tresses of her mane. Feeling a hunger for her that he had yet to unleash.
”You’ve done so well…..” A husky whisper, his bloodied iris’s drinking in the supple hollow of her shoulder, tracing the rounded curve of her hip. ”You deserve a reward.” Oh, she was already known as his right-hand. But perhaps there was something else she would want that might mirror his own needs. He had always just taken what he wanted and he doubts she would complain if he did. However, that stirring within him wants her consent. To have the satisfaction that she craves him as deep as he craves her.
Gryffen