04-03-2016, 07:29 AM
And she'll always get the best of me, the worst is yet to come
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
All the misery was necessary when we're deep in love
What an ungrateful little sod. The delicate mare twists like a viper in the grass, snaking her way upward to reclaim her footing. Terrible thing that she would soon learn she was a crow among eagles, at least to Kirin she was.
There was no way she could have known that her ill temper would only entice him more, would only make the game greater in the end when he stood victor. Purple, purple, purple… Was he purple? More of a lavender or a thistle if you asked him. Once he actually had been purple, long ago it seemed, back when he was a young fledgling. It seemed forever ago now and more years had passed him than his appearance let on- Kirin’s mind was much older than his body was.
“Hardly my dear,” sweet hickory littering his tenor, “not anymore anyways.” It is simple, it is truth and it is known- around here anyway. Words spread like wildfire around Beqanna and Kirin only deigned to fan the blaze he started.
Just fine,… Oh no, no, no. Almost just fine until that little pinch caught him on the shoulder. His own lilac head coiled around, placing a firm bite on her hip. No love taps, no nibbles like one would use to delicately eat away at one of those gourmet cupcakes. Kirin meant business, gnawing her flesh like a juicy red apple at its peak of ripeness. Should there be a warning shot? Hmm, no I don’t think we can spare one.
Another moment and his weight is pushed forward, hoping to knock her off balance just enough to lose her footing. “When little girls are bad they are punished aren’t they?” His anger boils within only to flash with a silver fire across his hazel eyes. Even at the height of his rage, he’s kept his tone an even, dark cup of coffee but an underlying table saw edges to the surface.
There was no way she could have known that her ill temper would only entice him more, would only make the game greater in the end when he stood victor. Purple, purple, purple… Was he purple? More of a lavender or a thistle if you asked him. Once he actually had been purple, long ago it seemed, back when he was a young fledgling. It seemed forever ago now and more years had passed him than his appearance let on- Kirin’s mind was much older than his body was.
“Hardly my dear,” sweet hickory littering his tenor, “not anymore anyways.” It is simple, it is truth and it is known- around here anyway. Words spread like wildfire around Beqanna and Kirin only deigned to fan the blaze he started.
Just fine,… Oh no, no, no. Almost just fine until that little pinch caught him on the shoulder. His own lilac head coiled around, placing a firm bite on her hip. No love taps, no nibbles like one would use to delicately eat away at one of those gourmet cupcakes. Kirin meant business, gnawing her flesh like a juicy red apple at its peak of ripeness. Should there be a warning shot? Hmm, no I don’t think we can spare one.
Another moment and his weight is pushed forward, hoping to knock her off balance just enough to lose her footing. “When little girls are bad they are punished aren’t they?” His anger boils within only to flash with a silver fire across his hazel eyes. Even at the height of his rage, he’s kept his tone an even, dark cup of coffee but an underlying table saw edges to the surface.
Kirin
son of Khaos
