[mature] I'll kiss the hands that strangle me||Gryffen

[Krigare]

Passion and Pain

    The invitation to their gathering floats upon the breathless whisper of the wind. It seeps through the cracks in the earth, and floods every mind within its path. Equines from around their world is drawn to the white wraith's orgy. His perversion winning the company of hundreds that cram into the autumn colored borders of the Sylvan forest. Despite the disgust brewing in his mind his body is drawn towards the affair. He smells them far before the bay stag sees them. Mare's drapped over stallions, stallions toppling over mares. Somewhere in the chaos they have recieved gifts, beautiful craftmanship has given them masks and crowns woven with flowers and thorns. He moves slowly into the circus, his head low, emerald eyes wandering. He recognizes some, but many are foreign to the stallion. Unlike those around him, the bay is silent. He wishes not to be heard, but rather to observe. He finds a spot, comfortably on the outskirts of the sexual masacre and sighs. A deep noise echoing through his thick bodice.


    It is not long before he is approached. The mare that floats towards him is gorgeous. She is all silvers and gray like the moonlight reflected upon the sea at midnight. Her mane falls around her in waves of white that curl oh so softly at the edges. Her eyes are the warmest honey, her voice the softest silk. Upon her high head is a twisted crown of ivory and rose, yet another gift from the crowd. She places her own gift upon his head, despite its cruel sign it is beautiful, it is a scramble of ivy (to match his eyes) and lavender (to match his heart). "I am Loey.." The woman whispers, her lips ghosting over his neck as she speaks. "Welcome to the party.." And she is gone as quickly as she came, nothing but the sweet aftertaste of her voice lingering in the air. The great stallion is left to watch them once more, only hoping he would find the will to leave soon.

Krigare