06-10-2015, 01:54 PM
And listen to all the songs that the night shouts. They go something just like this... So go fill up a glass with tonic rocks and gin and drink yourself to happiness. ____The summer heat is tepid, like warm fingers pressing on pulses, hot hands smothering his body with a never-ending grip. He'd taken to lounging in the waters, they were cool, the lapping salty froth making his body feel rather good, making his blood not feel so much like it was boiling over. Nier did not know what to point that to, the boiling blood, the heavy ache within him, every muscle spasmed in a form of desperation, every bone seemed to throb. A strange feeling, a strange feeling indeed. So the buckskin grey stallion decided to do what he did best, and that was melt into the backdrop, invisible to all, just bathing in the waters, mulling, contemplating. A dangerous habit for him to get into. ____His thoughts past many topics. The desires were feverish within him, they leapt out from him and danced across the sky. He had many feelings, he was adamant of bottling away, predominately right now the feeling of wanting to please. How foolish a thing, a demon, a sloth, laziest demon, wanting to please another! Nier gave a harsh, almost bitter grunt and he pawed at the water, splashing a torrent of salt and foam into his face, his eyes. They stung but he persisted. A bitter pain had to be better than the strange feeling like a haematoma blossoming in his chest; heavy, burdensome. ____He thought of Star then, the dappled one, the little light that sparked the Gemstone Ridge with something more than the glitter of precious gemstones. He thought of the future also, her words, they still throbbed in his skull. Children. Little feet running around the sand. Mini Nier's, Mini Star's. He gave a low, brash snort again, a sharp sneeze from the salty air and he materialised back into fleshy form. his wings outstretching, shaking the droplets from them. Children. A bloodline, his bloodline. It was the right thing to do (he thought then, of the children he'd sired in the past, mere mistakes, accidents if that.) he wanted to be a better father than he had (his was non-existent) and of course, he would have something a lot stronger than his mother had. He had the safety of a herd, his herd, his land. And if any threatened his home, his harem or his future children. Well, they would definitely see the demon come out. ____He gave a low whicker then, a low call. He wanted company, it felt strange to think that, but he did. He had spent perhaps too long being a bitter and twisted man, spending too long focusing on revenge, vengeance and bloodlust. He was taking now as a form of retirement. He stayed within the waters, the foam like clouds frothy against his pelt. starting to warm in the sun's rays. He lowered his head then, ears drooped to the sides, for a moment, sheer blissful silence. a rarity indeed. the winged, invisible demon of tyrael & amnesia, stalks the gemstone ridge with no one by his side |