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With eyes like glass; ANY - Rey - 10-07-2017 From my breast the cold heart taking, Rey RE: With eyes like glass; ANY - Gunsynd - 10-07-2017 The creature does not make a habit of prowling the meadow. He prefers the calm damp and darkness of the forest. But he had grown bored of the stillness and solitude it provides. Perhaps when he had more to think about it would again be his favorite haunt - but for now he does not wish to be alone with the ghosts that haunt his mind. He needs action. He needs life. This surprises him, but he does not fight the urge to seek out more entertainment. While he does not normally deviate from his usual somber coat unless trying to impress (or alarm), the thought of being in direct sunlight with a black pelt motivates him to change into something a little less gloomy. He materializes on the edge of the meadow (having forgotten the simple pleasure of walking places long ago) wearing a simple dun pelt. He also compacts himself, hiding his Friesian features. He does not appear to be himself at all, but that amuses him for the time being. He does not bother to hide the shimmer of his transparent wings, however (he often forgets that the strange appendages even exist). It is the wings that so resemble his own that catch his eye. Despite his general aversion to foals, the filly seems to hold herself in a fashion that does not immediately offend him. Ultimately, it is his overwhelming boredom that pushes the male towards the child. "Aren't you a bit small to be out alone?" RE: With eyes like glass; ANY - Rey - 10-09-2017 From my breast the cold heart taking, Rey @[Gunsynd] RE: With eyes like glass; ANY - Gunsynd - 10-11-2017 Gunsynd (last night i got high as your expectations)
There is a pause between when she finishes speaking and when the male decides to smile. Pleasantries are like a foreign language to him; they do not come naturally or easily. He is also unsure if he should even provide a smile for such a display of impertinence. She has obviously known no discipline. Of course Gunsynd is not the child-rearing type, but he has opinions. “Right you are.” He breathes, his voice softer and smoother than normal. And like a deflating balloon he shrinks himself down to her size, his features shifting seamlessly backwards in age until he is but a colt. It had been some time since he had morphed into something so innocent, yet the ease with which he achieved the final look was somewhat alarming. He cocks his head and looks her in the eye, mischief playing in his dark eyes. “Better?” @[Rey] RE: With eyes like glass; ANY - Rey - 10-12-2017 From my breast the cold heart taking, Rey @[Gunsynd] RE: With eyes like glass; ANY - Gunsynd - 10-19-2017 Gunsynd (last night i got high as your expectations)
Stranger. The word disrupts the mischievous fun he was using her for. The smirk sinks from his lips and is replaced by a scowl. The creature is lost in the mire he had tried to avoid by coming to the meadow in the first place. They were all strangers. The now familiar ache in his brain were memories should be came flooding back with a vengeance. Perhaps he would have been better off lurking in the shadows of the forest until he had a better grasp on what had happened to his past. But no... that would bore him. He needed to wreak havoc of some sort. Wasn't that what had drawn him to her to begin with? He notices the change to her coloration as one notes the movement of a stray hair against a face. Very little surprises him anymore. He had coupled with creatures that could change the weather by desire alone - a changing pelt was nothing to bat an eye at. He does note, however, that she seems to have very little control over her power. The familiar smell of the old den reaches his nostrils as she presses herself against him. Many of his spawn had been reared in that wretched place (though he does not know who they or their mothers were). He feels the burn of regret as he realizes her sudden attachment. What had he done? He shifts his (currently) invisible wings to give himself some room and thinks about his options. Haphazardly he spits into the space between them "You're all strangers." The thought makes him angry...bitter. He suddenly has a vision of himself as an aging and impotent beast - dying a slow and uneventful death. While completely untrue, the thought is enough to shock him back towards action. Still in his childish form he moves closer, nibbling the fluff of mane playfully and letting his lips brush against her soft neck. "But why shouldn't I? What good are my abilities if I can't use them as I see fit?" His words are like honey and poison and they are muffled into her skin. He could feel her like putty in his hands. He would mold her into something he could use. He smiles and finishes "I don't know what 'they' call me, but you can call me Gunsynd." @[Rey] RE: With eyes like glass; ANY - Rey - 10-23-2017 From my breast the cold heart taking, Rey @[Gunsynd] RE: With eyes like glass; ANY - Gunsynd - 10-24-2017 Gunsynd (last night i got high as your expectations)
Her thoughts are a mystery to him – he did not have the power to read minds like so many others. While he recognized the utility of such a trait, he had never been fond of the skill. Perhaps if it was offered to him it would be too tempting to resist, but for now he looked on its possessors with disdain. The mind was sacred. The body, however, the body could be used and manipulated. The body had needs and desires that often contradicted the mind. He was much more comfortable infiltrating the physical. These games would toy with the mind in a much more circuitous fashion – teasing it into submission. As she responds he smiles, though the smile is born from the thoughts that now flood through his mind rather than her playful quips. Her next question and the curiosity burning in her eyes only push him further down his own rabbit hole. “You’re asking if I have any limitations?” He asks. The smile remains but the words are dry, accusatory. He rolls his shoulders and flexes his wings which shimmer incandescently with the movement. His eyes bore into hers, daring her to avert her gaze now. “Is that wise…?” And then as an afterthought “What is your name?” @[Rey] If you're down for a little powerplay he can mess with her a little. RE: With eyes like glass; ANY - Rey - 10-24-2017 From my breast the cold heart taking, Rey @[Gunsynd] Have at it RE: With eyes like glass; ANY - Gunsynd - 11-06-2017 Gunsynd (last night i got high as your expectations)
So she was finished conversing, was she? That suited him just fine. He had never been the diplomatic type. One last smile at her receding form and her attempt at disdain and then - A crack of the atmosphere not unlike that of lightning and his false boyish form vanishes completely. This is how he felt freedom… when his most basic parts were one with the world around him. It had taken him ages to master his craft, to become utterly aware of each and every one of his cells, atoms, particles. He had to distinguish one from another in order to let them fly apart and come back together on his command. It was an art that had destroyed him and recreated him several times throughout his existence, but it was such a part of him now he was unsure of how he had ever really been himself without it. While his molecules are ranging free, he moves only a handful into the young female’s body where they settle, one in her stomach, one in each lung, and one in each ear. He then begins to play. The part of him in her stomach grows larger and larger, a hard and cold stone that weighs down her innards. Simultaneously he vibrates his cells near her eardrums so that all she can hear is a thunderous roar, and creates a near-freezing mist in her lungs, forcing her breath to expel small puffs of icy vapor despite the mild temperature that surrounds her. The parts that make up his face float incorporeally before her eyes, though he has become black as shadow once more and has made his eyes a green reptilian affair. His tongue (now vipercated and black) reaches out to her and enters her ear, flicking the sensitive hairs within. The deafening roar ceases momentarily while he whispers “If you scream, I might come for you.” He lets out a terrible laugh and moves the parts that have been in her ears to the muscles of her jaw where they shoot out intermittent electrical impulses that cause her jaw to clench and unclench rapidly. He becomes disembodied once more and uses his skills to cause swathes of her pelt to become incredibly hot and others almost frostbitten. The mist in her lungs becomes almost a solid, making each breath difficult and painful. It begins to move up through her airways, causing a suffocating sensation while allowing just enough oxygen to pass through to keep her alive. Eventually he allows this to be let loose, leaving her coughing and sputtering and gasping for breath through the clenching of her jaw. The two particles become themselves once more and join the rest of him in his game. The stone in her stomach grows larger, causing her muscles to spasm and contract against it. In an instant, the stone transforms into a liquid and forces its way up through her esophagus and out of her nostrils and chattering jaws. He removes himself from her entirely and it is over as quickly as it had begun. He had no sense of how long he has played with his toy, but he has tired of his game. All this fun has done nothing but fuel his desire to seek out more interesting prey. He reforms himself as she had first seen him and presses his lips against her neck, still hot from his power, before turning and setting off in the direction of the forest. “Scream for me sometime – I promise I won’t disappoint.” He calls over his shoulder on his way back to the shadows. @[Rey] Feel free to edit anything out |