10-18-2017, 01:42 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
Their faces are shadowed, masked, hinting at what lay beneath but only barely giving way to what was beyond the surface. The scent is strong with the coming of autumn, of mares in heat. They are drunk and intoxicated with the headiness of the smell, of the taste of fermented apples on their tongues. The stallions aroused, testosterone overriding their moral compasses, and most of their consorts are more than willing.
It was everything he had wanted. The families that would be torn asunder by wandering eyes, relationships ended thanks to the menage a trios in the corner or catching their significant others in the act with someone else. They feast on the bounty Minerva had provided, they drink deeply from the dark streams until their thirst is quenched and the craving for soft skin beneath them returns.
After planting the seed of doubt in his sister, leaving her to the wolves, he weaves between the partygoers. Partaking in the sins of flesh and drunkery. And then suddenly the crowd moves and she is there. Perhaps it’s the mix of alcohol that makes her a vision before her. Filled with youth, excitement alight in the depths of her eyes as she looks to the twinkling lights above. The curves of her painted body illuminated beneath the pale sky. He doesn’t bother to glamour before her, not yet anyways. Let her see him in his glory, a King in the rightful place amongst his people at his party.
As he comes closer, through the fog of heavy scents, he gets a whiff of brine and ocean air. Oh my, another Nerinian. Had she seen his sister bound and displayed? Was that why she was here? The way she looks around her, almost shyly and embarrassed, makes him think not. He will keep her from finding Liz, will keep her for himself. Her innocence is intoxicating and he will take it for his own.
”What a beautiful girl…” Velvet words falling smoothly from his lips as his ghostly figure closes the distance between them. ”I’m Gryffen, welcome to my party.” Crimson eyes glittering as he drinks her in, boldly letting his muzzle find her cheek and pressing it against the warmth of her flesh. If only he knew she was a princess, what trouble she would be in then.
It was everything he had wanted. The families that would be torn asunder by wandering eyes, relationships ended thanks to the menage a trios in the corner or catching their significant others in the act with someone else. They feast on the bounty Minerva had provided, they drink deeply from the dark streams until their thirst is quenched and the craving for soft skin beneath them returns.
After planting the seed of doubt in his sister, leaving her to the wolves, he weaves between the partygoers. Partaking in the sins of flesh and drunkery. And then suddenly the crowd moves and she is there. Perhaps it’s the mix of alcohol that makes her a vision before her. Filled with youth, excitement alight in the depths of her eyes as she looks to the twinkling lights above. The curves of her painted body illuminated beneath the pale sky. He doesn’t bother to glamour before her, not yet anyways. Let her see him in his glory, a King in the rightful place amongst his people at his party.
As he comes closer, through the fog of heavy scents, he gets a whiff of brine and ocean air. Oh my, another Nerinian. Had she seen his sister bound and displayed? Was that why she was here? The way she looks around her, almost shyly and embarrassed, makes him think not. He will keep her from finding Liz, will keep her for himself. Her innocence is intoxicating and he will take it for his own.
”What a beautiful girl…” Velvet words falling smoothly from his lips as his ghostly figure closes the distance between them. ”I’m Gryffen, welcome to my party.” Crimson eyes glittering as he drinks her in, boldly letting his muzzle find her cheek and pressing it against the warmth of her flesh. If only he knew she was a princess, what trouble she would be in then.
Gryffen