10-15-2017, 10:08 PM
a ghost in the darkness.
There ain’t no rest for the wicked. Planning the upcoming festival and finding time to snoop, pry, torture, plant seeds of doubt, keep his bluebird singing with screams of the flesh, piss off neighboring kingdoms, rule his land … It has ran him ragged. The fuel tank is empty and he has secluded himself to a thicket where the shadows last the longest and the fog is heaviest. This is a place within the forest that he keeps to himself with the exception of her. His red eyes are covered by fine dark lashes, a peaceful white angel with his savagely scarred back sleeping amongst the crumpled orange leaves. His dreams are what most consider nightmares, filled with images of what could possibly lay ahead.
It as at the climax of a highly anticipated ending that she breaks through the heavy sleep. Her teeth on his pale skin, instantly making him lose his drowsiness and harden at her touch. The trailing kisses make him rise and his crimson gaze finds her expectantly, ready to ravage her supple flesh and expose her sins for all the gods to see. However it is not sex that is on her mind and he is only momentarily disappointed, his frustration evident as he places a sharp nip to her flank. Her heavy scent is distracting and he doesn’t bother to hide his excitement for her, let her know what pushing off the inevitable will only come back in three folds later.
Her excitement, however, makes him curious and his annoyance fades quickly. Tendrils of ivory fall over her stormy gaze but there is anticipation there, her body practically quivering with whatever she had in store. She leads him away and he still thinks perhaps this is some hard to get shit so he follows along, prowling behind her. When they stop, he sees nothing but her and he waits expectantly. ”A gift?” A brow raised, a frown on his lips. What better gift then the one she can offer, parting herself and letting him invade her castle? However her mood is infectious and she is staring at something curled near the trunk of a tree. A soft moan escapes it and he moves forward with interest. A new captive. Well yes this is exciting but couldn’t they have fucked first?
It is the scent that hits him, followed by the crumpled ebony wings wrapped in delicate green vines, the dappled spots. Whatever agitation that remained is gone in seconds, replaced with growing elation and triumph. He stares at her in disbelief before turning to Thana, his red eyes shimmering with glee. ”You clever clever girl.” He exclaims, moving to her side and placing reverent kisses along the slope of her neck, biting excitedly at her shoulder before returning his attention on their captive.
It had been years since he had laid eyes on her. She was older but still beautiful with her jaguar spots and curvaceous feminine physique. He hadn’t known she was still alive, still here. ”Where did you find her?” He asks quietly, instantly angered that he hadn’t been made aware of her presence sooner. Someone would need to be punished. Slowly he moves closer to her, running his muzzle against her prone and lifeless body. Trailing the gentle curve of her shoulder to her withers. Biting down sharply against her spine. ”Time to wake up dear sister, it’s a family reunion.”
It as at the climax of a highly anticipated ending that she breaks through the heavy sleep. Her teeth on his pale skin, instantly making him lose his drowsiness and harden at her touch. The trailing kisses make him rise and his crimson gaze finds her expectantly, ready to ravage her supple flesh and expose her sins for all the gods to see. However it is not sex that is on her mind and he is only momentarily disappointed, his frustration evident as he places a sharp nip to her flank. Her heavy scent is distracting and he doesn’t bother to hide his excitement for her, let her know what pushing off the inevitable will only come back in three folds later.
Her excitement, however, makes him curious and his annoyance fades quickly. Tendrils of ivory fall over her stormy gaze but there is anticipation there, her body practically quivering with whatever she had in store. She leads him away and he still thinks perhaps this is some hard to get shit so he follows along, prowling behind her. When they stop, he sees nothing but her and he waits expectantly. ”A gift?” A brow raised, a frown on his lips. What better gift then the one she can offer, parting herself and letting him invade her castle? However her mood is infectious and she is staring at something curled near the trunk of a tree. A soft moan escapes it and he moves forward with interest. A new captive. Well yes this is exciting but couldn’t they have fucked first?
It is the scent that hits him, followed by the crumpled ebony wings wrapped in delicate green vines, the dappled spots. Whatever agitation that remained is gone in seconds, replaced with growing elation and triumph. He stares at her in disbelief before turning to Thana, his red eyes shimmering with glee. ”You clever clever girl.” He exclaims, moving to her side and placing reverent kisses along the slope of her neck, biting excitedly at her shoulder before returning his attention on their captive.
It had been years since he had laid eyes on her. She was older but still beautiful with her jaguar spots and curvaceous feminine physique. He hadn’t known she was still alive, still here. ”Where did you find her?” He asks quietly, instantly angered that he hadn’t been made aware of her presence sooner. Someone would need to be punished. Slowly he moves closer to her, running his muzzle against her prone and lifeless body. Trailing the gentle curve of her shoulder to her withers. Biting down sharply against her spine. ”Time to wake up dear sister, it’s a family reunion.”
Gryffen