01-12-2017, 07:46 PM
Stillwater
He stood out in the water, his hooves sinking comfortably into the mud-clay beneath his feet. The moon was barely a sliver in the sky, cutting the lake with a sly grin of white. Water settled sweetly against him, up to his hip and shoulders. It was good, content, and yet not enough. But it would do.
He reflected on the surprisingly eventful turn his solitary existence had taken. For so long he had been unknown, most not even aware of his presence even when he lived in the same stretch of land. He'd liked it, all that peace. Quiet. Anonymity. Nobody had known him, and yet he'd known them by their faces, smells, actions. Now his name was known, even familiar to them. So strange. And the things he left behind... The darkness of his cave, the playful tug of the sea beckoning him deeper. Nayl. Yes, even her and her sexy, secret eyes.
And now here. A chain like some felon on house arrest. Djinni, so attractive and puzzling Djinni. His bitterness was slowly washing away with the months he stayed here, and her company was pleasing in its way. This Sylva wasn't his cave, it wasn't the sea. But it was darkness, dampness. The things he'd been raised to seek, to bury himself in for safety and comfort.
And there was Karaugh. Dancing, teasing prey who lacked a Queen's crown to keep her safe from him and yet had lived. Odd, that. But she might prove useful. She might prove quite warm too. Even now his saliva pooled for her. God, that little squeal had been full of so much promise. To hear it slip into fear... Mmmm. He could only imagine how good that would be. How intoxicating. He wanted it.
Then his attention jerked outward though he didn't move. He could sense her, feel her near. Someone new. Yet another face to see him, to know him. Another pair of lips to know his name. A pet or a feast? Finally, he turned his head toward her, keeping his sweet lover wrapped around him. A gold in all this black night, dainty wings pulled so close.
Little canary, do you sing?
Care to join me? he asked smoothly, sending little wakes of ripples from the vibration in his body. Even in this shroud of darkness, his attraction was obvious. His scent alone was a lure to them. His eyes were seduction without an off switch, his voice sultry smooth. All a part of this devil hidden so well behind an angel's face, the manner of the beast.
He reflected on the surprisingly eventful turn his solitary existence had taken. For so long he had been unknown, most not even aware of his presence even when he lived in the same stretch of land. He'd liked it, all that peace. Quiet. Anonymity. Nobody had known him, and yet he'd known them by their faces, smells, actions. Now his name was known, even familiar to them. So strange. And the things he left behind... The darkness of his cave, the playful tug of the sea beckoning him deeper. Nayl. Yes, even her and her sexy, secret eyes.
And now here. A chain like some felon on house arrest. Djinni, so attractive and puzzling Djinni. His bitterness was slowly washing away with the months he stayed here, and her company was pleasing in its way. This Sylva wasn't his cave, it wasn't the sea. But it was darkness, dampness. The things he'd been raised to seek, to bury himself in for safety and comfort.
And there was Karaugh. Dancing, teasing prey who lacked a Queen's crown to keep her safe from him and yet had lived. Odd, that. But she might prove useful. She might prove quite warm too. Even now his saliva pooled for her. God, that little squeal had been full of so much promise. To hear it slip into fear... Mmmm. He could only imagine how good that would be. How intoxicating. He wanted it.
Then his attention jerked outward though he didn't move. He could sense her, feel her near. Someone new. Yet another face to see him, to know him. Another pair of lips to know his name. A pet or a feast? Finally, he turned his head toward her, keeping his sweet lover wrapped around him. A gold in all this black night, dainty wings pulled so close.
Little canary, do you sing?
Care to join me? he asked smoothly, sending little wakes of ripples from the vibration in his body. Even in this shroud of darkness, his attraction was obvious. His scent alone was a lure to them. His eyes were seduction without an off switch, his voice sultry smooth. All a part of this devil hidden so well behind an angel's face, the manner of the beast.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it