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what do you believe: aemar - traton - 04-28-2018 She was a goddess. Not to every wandering child, nor to the trees. Certainly not to her own kind as they drifted through their own lives. The birds overhead merely found her inconvenient, though terrifying- it would only take once for the fledglings left on the ground a minute too long, and she would have them for all eternity in the name of a snack. They cried out in protest at her presence, but remained high overhead in relative safety. Their cacophony and displeasure usually amused her slightly, but today she had other matters to attend to. She may have been just another passerby in these woods to most of its residents, but to his poor fox, wide eyed and exhausted, she was the reaper’s blade raised mighty. She relished in the little things: flecks of foam flying occasionally from its dry tongue, the way that it whimpered pitifully whenever its paws landed on a stone. Life and death hung before her jaws, and she needed only to close a little distance to make that choice her own. The idea sends a pleasurable tingle down her spine, and left her pearly fangs glinting as she sneered. She weaves through the trees with astonishing grace, given her strength, slowly and steadily closing the distance between herself and the white-dipped top of the fox’s hindquarters. Curious, really, that a wild thing would have such markings- lovely auburn fur that mixed so well with the surroundings, yet with a gleaming target painted right on its rump. Natural selection, she supposed, and who was she to interfere in such important processes? No, this lost little creature would do nicely for her dinner, if she could just sink her teeth into that delectable warm skin. Just as the thought crossed her mind, the door of opportunity flew open. It leapt over a large log in the path, but in its exhaustion, her prey misjudged the height. It tripped over the top and with such momentum, came crashing into the damp carpet of rotting leaves chest-first. In an instant, she had gracefully cleared the same log and had the thing pinned down, helpless. Slowly, she pressed her claws through its fur, relishing in the way its skin yielded to her pressure and just barely puncturing the surface of its skin. It was not, however, struggling as much as she preferred; she raised her opposite paw high, intending to strike dramatically and remind the little thing that it needed to play for her. What happened instead made her blood run cold, stole her strength and made her nauseated. It turned and looked her, huge icy blue eyes that felt as though they could see right into her soul, and spoke. In all her days of hunting, she had never seen such a terrible thing. Not only did it begin to speak, but somehow, its eyes were changing, really looking at her. She immediately withdraw from the creature’s chest, backing herself against the log as she tried to distance herself. “Please,” it said in an ethereal voice, “I don’t want to hurt you.” She snarled at the absurdity of the thing, and began to recover herself and return to her work. “Mother.” Traton awoke in a cold sweat, her jaws clenched tightly. It had been ages since she had slept long and hard enough to dream, and she couldn’t say she missed it entirely. Around her, the bed of rotting pine needles was disturbed from her apparent movement. she grunted as she got to her feet and shook off accumulated dust and dew, leaving a considerable amount still clung to her thickening coat. The autumn evening around her was crisp and a little cold, a much-appreciated respite from the hot, damp world she left behind. Foolish, perhaps, to sleep in open territory, but exhaustion takes its toll. Anyway, she'd only meant to remain long enough for a nap, nevermind that it had started before the sun had set. Groggily, she moved from her little copse of trees toward the sound of rushing water, hoping to clear her mind. Overhead, stars twinkled merrily, and a bright moon lit her path forward. If only it could do the same for her thoughts. @[Sid] wheneva RE: what do you believe: aemar - Aemar ♦ Raelyx - 05-03-2018 @[Traton] I switched tenses halfway through Im sorry, also hope you like it! RE: what do you believe: aemar - traton - 05-05-2018 The shadows of the trees slipped from her coat like an evening cloak, leaving her glistening in the moonlight. Against the night, the white patches of her coat laid her bare, but she was comfortable in her solitude and in the peaceful, rhythmic churning of the rushing water, a maiden out to bathe in the lonely evening. She had only time to take in a deep breath of the air, attempting to soothe her nerves, when the creature came from seemingly nowhere. For a moment, she startled, before becoming transfixed on this bird of prey at its talents. It was so near her, so unafraid (or unaware?) of her presence, wholly engrossed within its meal. Some part of her made note at how readily she watched the gruesome display, accompanied by a sarcastic internal chuckle at the circumstances that had probably made her this way. She breathed deeply, readily taking in that familiar, metallic aroma, fascination far outweighing a whisper of revulsion. She took a few tentative steps closer, not wanting to disturb the creature, but drawn to the carnage nearly irresistibly. For how long she watched the thing, she couldn’t say. She had so easily pushed aside the conclusion of her dream, though it nagged sullenly from a corner of her mind; instead, she watched the predator rent flesh from bone and she could feel it tearing, as if she was the one pulling at still-warm muscles. It sickened her, it frightened her, but far stronger than those feelings, it excited her. She was paralyzed from the moment the creature looked up, staring back into those nearly reptile-like avian eyes, left breathless and awestruck and considering herself terribly lucky to have witnessed such a wild thing. Softly, audibly, she gasped as it churred at her, as if it appreciated an audience for its evening meal. Such an unusual outcome- only a moment before, she’d still been afraid to frighten the bird off from its evening meal. This, of course, did not prepare her in the slightest for what happened next. The spotted mare took a step backward as he transformed, acutely aware of her heart skipping a beat entirely before slamming against her ribcage as if yearning for escape. He was stunning in the autumn air, a fairytale come to life, gleaming copper coat forming stunning contrast with white hair and skin of his talons. When he spoke, she heard a symphony of happier times, all the songs of the wild birds that formed the soundtrack of her freedom. She couldn’t resist the smile that made itself onto her face, bourn partially of shock and partially of pure fascination. This night- this being- was a dream come to life, and Traton wasn’t foolish enough to resist a call she’d been waiting a lifetime to hear. “Hello,” she replied, and the greeting that sounded so timid in her head came out as a purr, svelte and inviting. She didn’t recognize the way that her body moved, but she basked in it, flooded in a world of rising temperature and pleasant anticipation. Somewhere, internally, a voice screamed for her to stop; but she was never one to listen to her own advice. And to her credit, who could in situations like this? He was magic in the flesh, an incredible melding of hunter and prey, beautiful and terrible and stunning in the same breath. He could tear her apart as he’d done the little rabbit, and she’d be just as helpless- but all the more willing. As he spoke again, she was lost again in the sound of his voice, somehow coaxed into this unfamiliar world with a smile and a song. “I’m not much of a hunter myself, but it’s certainly… lovely,” she smiled again as she spoke, expressing the sentence in the same soft, alluring tones that had surprised her a moment before. Consciously, she may have had little idea of what to do in these situations, but somehow the bizarre nature of this one- the intimacy, the magic, the music- left the normal world behind, and with it, the awkward mare that she normally embodied. She closed a step of the distance carefully, inhaling deeply, pulling the scent of blood and of him far into her lungs. She paused with her muzzle only inches from the curve of his beak, still taking in his rich aroma, feeling as if all the world around them could crashing down and she wouldn’t notice a thing but his eyes. A lovely night for hunting, indeed. @[Sid] ok I LOVED it RE: what do you believe: aemar - Aemar ♦ Raelyx - 05-19-2018 A @[traton] uhm so Aemar just got dominant as shit, wtf ENJOY RE: what do you believe: aemar - traton - 06-08-2018
She opened her mouth to respond to him, but his touch on her ear rendered her utterly, maddeningly speechless. A trembling exhale was all that escaped her lips, tinged with a soft moan. The shudder of excitement was so powerful that it nearly overwhelmed her, but with concentrated effort she managed to suppress it to only a sensual flicker of her eyes and an arching of her spine. Her stomach did not fare as well, and flipped around her abdomen wildly, outmatched in erratic behavior only by her heart. She was still as he touched her aside from the tensing of her muscles, pressing into his touch and begging for its continuation. She yielded as he moved, watching every inch of him as he moved across her with a single, hungry eye. kinda meh but I'm rolling with the puns yo @[Sid] |