07-10-2017, 09:15 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
Most might be embarrassed, ashamed even, to witness the sensual blood spectacle before him. He isn’t most. As Drow blows him a kiss, his lips twitch in the hint of a smile, amusement glittering in the depths of red. Interesting, yes this was very interesting. The way the two claim each other, familiarity in the way their bodies seem to anticipate the other’s movement, he assumes that they know each other. They do and they don’t but that is a story unknown to him.
The cool fingers of shadows caress his pale hide, probing and searching. He doesn’t flinch. His gaze still cool as the magician turns his attention his way, fangs clicking and yet the stallion seems to hesitate. The academic in him focuses on this, his brow furrowing as he considers the other. It’s only for a second, so quick most might not have noticed. But he has, that brief moment of clarity before his darkness claims him back. There’s a story here, somewhere. A quick toss of the creature’s head and he’s focused on him once more with shadows swirling around him, it’s teeth grazing along the back of his “claimed man”.
"More than you can give me…" The words slide towards him as contact is made. Muscles tense beneath his pale hide but he does not recoil from the sharp hot pain as fangs slide across his skin. ”Everyone has a price.” Stained plumage snaps across his haunches, responding through gritted teeth as his ears fall back into a mass of tangled hair. It’s a mix of pain and pleasure and he can’t help but let his red eyes follow the movements of the thing scouring his flesh.
The shadows burn like frostbite and his body spasms in response. Thick droplets of blood bead along the wounds, seeping into alabaster fur. The wet slender tongue that probes his ribs, tasting him. Not disagreeing with the statement, how could he taste of anything else? Glancing at Drow with a thin smirk, looking for signs of jealousy. He had always thought he would be repelled by a member of the opposite sex touching him in such a way and yet it’s not unpleasant. Hmm. We are learning all sorts of things today.
His studious mind still can’t delve away from the fascination of what he has come across. Despite the pain that jolts his body, the way teeth and magic ravage his flesh, his features read of intense scrutiny. Like a man hunched over his notebook, writing furiously away... He is unable to stop analyzing everything about him. Such is the mind of the mad scientist. Black tendrils in the shape of wings reach for him and instead of the cool soft mist of shadow, it feels like razorblades crisscross against his side. A sharp inhale followed by the sweet sigh of release. He doesn’t turn to look at the marks, the hot sticky mess that drips from the wounds. He gets no pleasure in the sight of his own blood despite the tingling pleasure that lingers.
There are many questions he wishes to ask, answers he wants to pull from this dark brain that prowls around him. He settles on one, simple to start with. ”Your price?”
The cool fingers of shadows caress his pale hide, probing and searching. He doesn’t flinch. His gaze still cool as the magician turns his attention his way, fangs clicking and yet the stallion seems to hesitate. The academic in him focuses on this, his brow furrowing as he considers the other. It’s only for a second, so quick most might not have noticed. But he has, that brief moment of clarity before his darkness claims him back. There’s a story here, somewhere. A quick toss of the creature’s head and he’s focused on him once more with shadows swirling around him, it’s teeth grazing along the back of his “claimed man”.
"More than you can give me…" The words slide towards him as contact is made. Muscles tense beneath his pale hide but he does not recoil from the sharp hot pain as fangs slide across his skin. ”Everyone has a price.” Stained plumage snaps across his haunches, responding through gritted teeth as his ears fall back into a mass of tangled hair. It’s a mix of pain and pleasure and he can’t help but let his red eyes follow the movements of the thing scouring his flesh.
The shadows burn like frostbite and his body spasms in response. Thick droplets of blood bead along the wounds, seeping into alabaster fur. The wet slender tongue that probes his ribs, tasting him. Not disagreeing with the statement, how could he taste of anything else? Glancing at Drow with a thin smirk, looking for signs of jealousy. He had always thought he would be repelled by a member of the opposite sex touching him in such a way and yet it’s not unpleasant. Hmm. We are learning all sorts of things today.
His studious mind still can’t delve away from the fascination of what he has come across. Despite the pain that jolts his body, the way teeth and magic ravage his flesh, his features read of intense scrutiny. Like a man hunched over his notebook, writing furiously away... He is unable to stop analyzing everything about him. Such is the mind of the mad scientist. Black tendrils in the shape of wings reach for him and instead of the cool soft mist of shadow, it feels like razorblades crisscross against his side. A sharp inhale followed by the sweet sigh of release. He doesn’t turn to look at the marks, the hot sticky mess that drips from the wounds. He gets no pleasure in the sight of his own blood despite the tingling pleasure that lingers.
There are many questions he wishes to ask, answers he wants to pull from this dark brain that prowls around him. He settles on one, simple to start with. ”Your price?”
Gryffen