"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
He’s rather astounded at this point that the other stallion hasn’t said a word. Why would he approach such a lovely thing, only to give it up without any sort of fight whatsoever? It’s enough to make him want to shake his head, but he resists the urge. If the stallion isn’t even going to try to compete for the mare’s attention, he’s not worth even the smallest expenditure of energy. Killgore is far more interesting by far anyhow.
When she agrees to join him, a wicked grin splits his iron face. He spares one last glance for the silent black stallion, before turning the grin on the bay mare. “Let’s be off!” Then without further ceremony, he heads off in the direction of the Cove.
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The trip to the Cove is, as always, a long one, but it’s made all the more pleasant by having the little dark beauty by his side. She will be a different sort of mare in his herd than the one he has already. Ghoest is a plaything, a little toy for him to have fun with and throw around. But Killgore is something different. She is not a toy, she is a challenge - a delightful little fiery creature that will add an interesting dynamic to his small herd. If she has the interest, he could easily see her making her way up to being his alpha mare. But only time will tell.
It takes some time, but eventually they do reach Silver Cove. It’s midday when they arrive, so Killgore will not yet be able to take in the little cove’s full beauty, but he hopes it will be enough to satisfy her. He walks until he reaches the little cliff that over looks the bay, then turns to look back at the bay mare. From this position, the little territory will be spread out before her - rolling grassy hills, sun sparkling off the water below … still a pretty sight in his books. “Well my dear, what do you think?”
The moment is slightly reminiscent of when he had brought Ghoest here, but with Killgore, there is no pretext. Killgore has already recognized the beast within, and welcomed it. He can’t wait to see what their future will bring.
06-18-2015, 02:55 PM (This post was last modified: 07-29-2015, 02:17 PM by Killgore.)
They are off in a hurry
It's not long when she realizes why, for the journey is a long one. She keeps his pace, dancing across the fields into the plains. Two dark blots on the earth moving along with intent. They do not stop to rest, nor do they linger to visit with the Valley.
The sun slowly creeps its way up from the horizon, warming her back and casting a glare off her dark carriage. She is mindful in their crossings, taking a mental note here or there in case the need arises to travel back this way. As they near the brutes lands, the terra becomes hilly and moist. Water clings to the air creating a fair amount of humidity, one she will need to adjust too. It's a bit uncomfortable, but she would never say how heavy the air feels now as she inhales. They reach a cliff, the bay beauty floating near the edge, tempting fate. The coast winds kick up her mane, sending her dark tresses fluttering in the currents as she beholds all that is her new home. Waves crash and roll over smooth obsidian pebbles before they turn to a fine sand. The ocean she had never beheld the great expanses of water, endless they were, stretching far past the ends of the earth it seemed.
"I am pleased,"she returned, snaking her dial back towards him. A fiery gaze set forth from charcoal pools, the mid day sun beating down on her dark pelt. She turned to brush past him, snaking her length across his own in her passing. "Show me the rest."she teased, traces of a smile beginning to form.
She is not awed by the Silver Cove as Ghoest had been. He’s a little disappointed, but he must allow that the Cove is not as pretty in the daylight as it can be at night, in the light of the moon. It’s a pity though - he knows Ghoest’s instant attraction to the land will make it all the harder for her to leave (of course her fear of him will also be a strong barrier). Killgore will clearly not have that same pull. And he does not wish to cow her the way he does Ghoest. He can already tell that he will have to work harder to keep her satisfied and happy.
He briefly wonders if he should continue to allow her to be so brash and strong, but he quashes it. It’s good to have this different personality in his herd. If it later becomes a problem, then he can consider breaking her. But actually, surprisingly, he hopes that it does not come to that.
She is, at least, pleased and says as much, returning to his side and brushing past with a tantalizing touch. It warms his iron skin and makes him think of the quickly approaching autumn, and the season that comes with it. He’s interested to see what kind of child they could produce. Could she be the one to give him a talented child?
She wants to see more and he’s happy to oblige. The Cove is his little kingdom, and her wants her to like it. “Of course. Where would you like to start? The beach? The hills? The caves …?” He spares a passing thought for Ghoest, whom he has not seen since he carved his mark into her side. He will have to visit her soon for the breeding season, though he rather hopes they do not run into her today. He wants to enjoy Killgore without any distractions.
In truth, she had found the Cove more than adequate. She was fascinated by the ocean, it was something completely new and foreign to her. It was excitement, it was the unknown, and what could a lady such as herself resist more than that with which she was not familiar? Perhaps it was dangerous, perhaps it would swallow her up if she approached it too near. No, she was indeed mesmerized. She was though, not stupid, and did not yet deign to provide the stag with leverage against her. Though she found him impossibly intriguing, handsome and worthy of her attentions like she had not yet felt before..she was tactful.
She recognized in him the same lurking beast that made residence in her own heart and mind. The disposition some would rather be inclined to think was sick, twisted..a foul sort of nature. Her fair share of conquest had she experienced. The bait and switch game all too familiar. No she would not yet give notion of her true feelings, the ones that were there but only just. Indeed, inside stored somewhere deep, was room for things she liked. Things she allowed herself to be awed by, to be passionate about. They were few in truth, the monster within leaving meager leeway for such frivolities, but they were there. No, she would need to build to that point, a trust must be gained. She trusted too few and was not inclined to be willy-nilly about who else she allowed to be close to her.
Brushing past him seemed an appropriate way to satisfy her curiosity about his skin. What did it feel like? Was it cold? Hard? She also wished to judge his reaction. Did he liked to be touched? Would he flinch, or become angry? Neither. He seemed neither overly fond nor hostile to touch, just as well she thought. She was given options, what did she wish to see? "The beach looks nice, I've never seen sand before." She provided some small insight, careful not to seem overly excited or curious. She flicked her tail at him, ready to descend.
07-03-2015, 02:04 AM (This post was last modified: 07-29-2015, 02:24 PM by Khaos.)
He recognizes in her a kindred spirit of sorts. Not that anything in either of them is at all kind. But in her he sees the beast - the same desire to manipulate and inflict pain. He will enjoy having her in his herd, he thinks. He cannot wait to see what she thinks of Ghoest, if she is not offended by the other mare’s presence. Actually, he thinks he would quite enjoy seeing her toy with Ghoest. He will have to make sure that they meet. It would be fun to have a partner in creating Ghoest’s misery.
She comments on the beach, revealing that she’s possibly never seen the ocean before. It’s an interesting fact, though not entirely surprising. Few horses ever have the opportunity to see it, and spend all of their days amongst the endless plains of grass. But he files the fact away in the back of his mind and of course, indulges her. “How about a closer look then?” He heads down the cliff, following a tiny, rocky path that he has come to know well in his time living here. The ground is uneven, but he has sure feet, and he keeps an eye on Killgore to make sure that she is able to keep her footing - he holds down the iron in the earth with the intention of making the earth less inclined to slide. It’s perhaps an uncharacteristically gentlemanly act for him (especially since it is genuine), but he’s quite enjoying Killgore’s presence. He doesn’t want her to become injured. Not yet anyway.
When they finally reach the beach, he walks right up to the water’s edge, and lets the cool water lap at his iron skin. He flashes a grin in “You should see it at night, when the moon is out.” He turns away from the water to face her. “Now, would you like the full tour, or would you like the chance to rest?” It had been a long journey here, after all.
07-06-2015, 07:42 AM (This post was last modified: 07-29-2015, 02:18 PM by Killgore.)
He offers her a closer look, and the two make their way down a rocky path. It was one of those little, secluded crannies. That one might never know unless they had spent quite some time here, exploring the land and noting each little treasure. Killgore carefully as she could, picked her way down the narrow trail, stopping only a few times to consider hoof placement. It was lucky enough to her that she had yet slipped, each close encounter somehow righting itself. Once loose earth, again allowing her traction, as she made her descent.
Her dark eyes light up, open and alert. The softness of the sand a remarkably odd sensation beneath her mass. Sinking ever so slightly with each footfall, lightly feathered pillars having to be pulled from suction as she progressed. She watched Khaos amble past her and enter the laping waters, white foam adorned each tide as it danced up the sand. Trails rippled their way past iron obstruction, the sand only fleeing from his daggers each time the water receded.
She steadily walked forward in curiosity, noting the squish sensation she received with each step. The wet sand was cool and pleasant, she thought what a nice roll might feel like in the damp earth. Finally reaching the waters edge she stood a silent statue next to the iron stag, the water licking atound her hooves. She lowered her head, closer inspecting the eb and flow of the water. Little creatures could sometimes be spotted skuttling under the sand, fleeing from the sun or heat, she was unsure. She did perhaps a silly thing, touching much to close her maw to the water. Salt touching her lips and making her toss her head in annoyance. She knew the sea was salty, but she had not expected it to be that salty. Disgusting.
She looked up again, after he spoke of seeing the beach at night, a small smirk on her face. "You'll just have to bring me back tonight then. It's very nice, very..different. The sand and the water, what an odd sesation."she nibbled at him lightly, just at the base of his neck. It was not quite the same as nibbling a flesh horse, but she did not find it unsatisfactory. A little crab scurried across the sands, and she whuffed at it dancing ever closer for a proper inspection. "Rest. There is no rest for the wicked", she laughed, she could go days without rest.
He can’t help but grin at the way she steps across the beach. It’s not exactly cautious, but he can definitely tell it’s not a substance she’s used to dealing with. It explodes into a full blown chuckle when she leans forward to taste the ocean. Never seen the beach before, indeed! “The stream in the hills is far sweeter darling. That’ll make you sick if you drink too much of it.”
She reaches back to him and he enjoys the sensation of her nibbling at the base of his neck. It’s a more intimate gesture than he’s used to - he certainly does not receive such tokens from Branka, Ghoest and Noellen. But, he doesn’t think he will mind receiving more from Killgore. “Of course. I think you’ll like it.”
She repeated an old proverb back at him, one he’s always enjoyed. He can’t help but let another laugh fall from his lips as he turns to look into her eyes. “Wicked eh? And how wicked are you, darling?” He knows what answer he’s hoping for. He sees the potential for something new in Killgore. She is not like Ghoest and Noellen - she’s not property. She’s not like Branka - she’s not a tool. She’s a creature unto herself. A wild entity. A potential partner. He can’t wait to see what they can do together.
07-29-2015, 02:09 PM (This post was last modified: 07-29-2015, 02:20 PM by Killgore.)
The tide rolls to and fro, lapping at the bay’s hooves with each passing. Overhead, the calls of gulls litter the air, the alabaster birds diving in and out of thermals. His laughter rigs her ears forward, studying the coarseness of it. He imparts words of wisdom on her unknowing auds, this water, would make one sick. Well, she was the least surprised, it tasted absolutely dreadful. It did however possess a unique quality, at least one she thought was so. The steady rhythm the waves beat upon the sand was rather soothing to her, a steady, consistent serenade. Killgore is pleased that he does not shy from her advances, he takes them in stride, even seems to enjoy them. That was perfect. That was absolutely perfect.
Plans are set to return to the beach at night, so that she may observe the moon. She didn’t know what was so special about it, Khaos seemed eager to show her, and she deemed it worthy of attention. Who knows, maybe she would like it even more when the sun was down. She somewhat liked surprises, even more so when they were for her. For her, the invitation for a moonlit visit felt like a gift to her. It was funny how everything worthwhile happened at night, but not an unwelcome occurrence. Night brought out the true nature for most, some embraced it, and some shied away. She wasn’t one to shy away, never had been, never would be. She was an opportunist, and one couldn’t take advantage of tings if they spent their existence cowering.
Oh like that do you? she thinks as another laugh finds its way to her. The little saying a familiar one, but a true one nonetheless. ”As wicked as I want.” she smiles smoothly, a fire in her dark orbs. She did what she wanted, as she wanted. Just so happens, they might have wanted the same things.
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