05-24-2016, 08:36 AM
keep you like an oath
may nothing but death do us part
may nothing but death do us part
Summer encased the beaches in heat, in thick, muggy, salt air and the Cove was thankful for it. Warmth pressed over the cliffs, creating the sense of comfort and closeness and even the tough sea-side grasses perked at the humidity. This sticky heat was a reprieve from the bitter winds and thrashing waves that would come in the months to follow and Kirin would not be one to complain. In fact the lavender stallion enjoyed this suffocating season, the way he enjoyed most things, mostly he enjoyed life and living it.
When the moon hit the shores at night, the world was set aglow in silver luminescence. This dazzling play of light could make even the most sinister things beautiful and that was one of the Cove’s many treacheries. That particular pleasantry is what made the beaches a prime campsite for his world, his wishes and whims and the way they did things here. Often they came to him, dancing in the magical display of moonbeams and lured by some unknown cynical force. Even when they don’t flock like a gather of gulls to his side he finds them, it was really no task at all.
To tell truths most of the mares that came or were brought to him were of little consequence when it came right down to it. Bodies to fill spaces in the empty, craggy caves. Belly’s to fill full of his seed, to spread the lines of Khaos and in that right surely Kirin had done his Father proud. Few were actually dear enough to keep, to worry over and those few collected most of his time, even if they did not know it.
He finds her tonight on the beaches, soaking in the warm, briney sea and shaking grains of sand from her pelt when she rises. It is not often that he and Midnite pass ways, mostly because she was simply a trinket from the Gates, one of many and little more. The untraited sometimes had their uses, at least he would give them the chance to have use. Every so often lines passed down family heirlooms and he was eager to have them in any manner of obtainment, even if that meant mounting a hundred ungifted women in the process. So far he had learned that his own family lines boasted the best, that the blood of Khaos ran thicker than oil and clung even stronger to unique capabilities. As it were this particular practice was frowned upon by most but they could not begrudge him his results now could they?
Little did he care if they did or did not, Kirin only desired his own happiness when it came down to these sort of things. He lands softly on the sand, the terrain giving under his light touch so when she turns she will not be aware he is here until it is too late. The surprise lifts a smile to his lips, her sway is usual but welcome and he straightens as she works her way to him. “Pleasure it is Midnite, if I do say so myself. Having a moonlight bath without me? You really shouldn’t have,” But she should, but she did and everyone knew how Kirin felt about cleanliness.
When the moon hit the shores at night, the world was set aglow in silver luminescence. This dazzling play of light could make even the most sinister things beautiful and that was one of the Cove’s many treacheries. That particular pleasantry is what made the beaches a prime campsite for his world, his wishes and whims and the way they did things here. Often they came to him, dancing in the magical display of moonbeams and lured by some unknown cynical force. Even when they don’t flock like a gather of gulls to his side he finds them, it was really no task at all.
To tell truths most of the mares that came or were brought to him were of little consequence when it came right down to it. Bodies to fill spaces in the empty, craggy caves. Belly’s to fill full of his seed, to spread the lines of Khaos and in that right surely Kirin had done his Father proud. Few were actually dear enough to keep, to worry over and those few collected most of his time, even if they did not know it.
He finds her tonight on the beaches, soaking in the warm, briney sea and shaking grains of sand from her pelt when she rises. It is not often that he and Midnite pass ways, mostly because she was simply a trinket from the Gates, one of many and little more. The untraited sometimes had their uses, at least he would give them the chance to have use. Every so often lines passed down family heirlooms and he was eager to have them in any manner of obtainment, even if that meant mounting a hundred ungifted women in the process. So far he had learned that his own family lines boasted the best, that the blood of Khaos ran thicker than oil and clung even stronger to unique capabilities. As it were this particular practice was frowned upon by most but they could not begrudge him his results now could they?
Little did he care if they did or did not, Kirin only desired his own happiness when it came down to these sort of things. He lands softly on the sand, the terrain giving under his light touch so when she turns she will not be aware he is here until it is too late. The surprise lifts a smile to his lips, her sway is usual but welcome and he straightens as she works her way to him. “Pleasure it is Midnite, if I do say so myself. Having a moonlight bath without me? You really shouldn’t have,” But she should, but she did and everyone knew how Kirin felt about cleanliness.
Kirin
son of khaos
Since it was so warm im going with its late summer or so xD don't worry about fast replies