02-06-2020, 09:08 PM
GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
Ghaul has never had to question where his home is. From the moment he was born, Litotes told him that Pangea was where he would come to roost, and that has been his answer ever since. The winding canyons and dried out marine life bring him comfort the way a baby blanket might. These things, this place is entirely familiar and safe in his mind. He can’t imagine how anyone else could see this kingdom any other way.
She is seething when she speaks the single word ‘you’ and he gibbers amusedly at the sound. Him. All that his presence entailed. Even if he could see the way her eyes hesitantly linger and then hurriedly stray from his horns, he would not mind. The monster is proud of this face. It is scarred and scaled and, most importantly, it is his. This is the face that Clarissa sees fit to kiss and adore.
He lifts his head to watch her when she rips herself free from his side. Disobedient. A guttural hiss builds in his throat as he closes the gap between them once more. Perhaps he had been too kind, too optimistic to expect her to simply comply to his whims? He can hear the way her breathing comes in uneven rhythms, heavy with her rage. He hardly listens when she speaks. Instead, he chooses to drape a large wing over her that wraps too tight around her shoulder, squeezing her to him.
“You can leave if you like. Just let me eat one of your legs and I’ll set you free,” he says, lowering his head to teasingly snap his teeth at the foreleg nearest him with a discordant laugh. He wonders if her body heat makes her taste different than others, but he does not sink his fangs into her for now. Ghaul lifts his head once more and he presses his nose roughly to her face. He is perhaps too rough when he traces the curve of her jaw, the edge of her cheekbones. She almost feels familiar, somehow. Like a fraction of another face he has memorized before.
“Saying no is pointless. I take what is not given,” he mumbles against her temple, his words slurred by the way he keeps his lips pressed to her skin.
She is seething when she speaks the single word ‘you’ and he gibbers amusedly at the sound. Him. All that his presence entailed. Even if he could see the way her eyes hesitantly linger and then hurriedly stray from his horns, he would not mind. The monster is proud of this face. It is scarred and scaled and, most importantly, it is his. This is the face that Clarissa sees fit to kiss and adore.
He lifts his head to watch her when she rips herself free from his side. Disobedient. A guttural hiss builds in his throat as he closes the gap between them once more. Perhaps he had been too kind, too optimistic to expect her to simply comply to his whims? He can hear the way her breathing comes in uneven rhythms, heavy with her rage. He hardly listens when she speaks. Instead, he chooses to drape a large wing over her that wraps too tight around her shoulder, squeezing her to him.
“You can leave if you like. Just let me eat one of your legs and I’ll set you free,” he says, lowering his head to teasingly snap his teeth at the foreleg nearest him with a discordant laugh. He wonders if her body heat makes her taste different than others, but he does not sink his fangs into her for now. Ghaul lifts his head once more and he presses his nose roughly to her face. He is perhaps too rough when he traces the curve of her jaw, the edge of her cheekbones. She almost feels familiar, somehow. Like a fraction of another face he has memorized before.
“Saying no is pointless. I take what is not given,” he mumbles against her temple, his words slurred by the way he keeps his lips pressed to her skin.