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Offspring - Tantalize - 07-27-2017 tantalize RE: Offspring - Offspring - 07-27-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; Solitude. He preferred it, more often than not - he preferred to settle into the stifling silence and burden of his thoughts, mending a heart frayed and tattered by time and its cruel fate. He had fleeting moments of sociability, but found that he festered best in isolation. It was not often he had a moment to himself, however - the weight of the crown of thorns he wore was difficult to ignore, though he was at times grateful for the distraction and reprieve it provided from his self-loathing.I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. He is stirred from his heavy, darkening thoughts by the echo of a distantly familiar voice calling for him – he is loath to answer it, for the warmth of the bubbling magma oozing from the surface of the fertile soil is all the company that he is willing and able to withstand, but eventually, he wrenches himself away from the intense heat and into the heart of the volcanic isle. It is not long until his dark eyes settle upon the source - the fading sunlight is flush against the dappling of jaguar markings across a deep, russet canvas, and soon his own gaze is settled upon her as his thick, muscular legs carry him towards her. He cannot suppress the faint simper tugging at the corner of his mouth - she was a spitfire; he had seen that much during their brief introduction. She is no different, bathing beneath the warm, unyielding sunlight of midday while long tendrils of greenery lap lazily at her slender limbs - she cares not for the invisible border, and presses past it with unshakable confidence. He might have flinched, if it were any other (he had grown tired and irate with the number of violations as of recent - too many traipsed in with no respect, no forethought) - but there is a bubbling of contentment upon seeing her. He is intrigued - drawn to her like a delicate moth to the flame, though it is he, himself, that blisters with the fierce inferno fluttering within his chest, and she is far more delicate than he. Alas, with a faint sheen of sweat lingering on the surface of his marred skin, he emerges from the shadow of the eastern side of the island, loping towards her with a glint of curiosity in his eye. She may have chosen the far western corner of Nerine for her own, but she had found herself amid the thick ash and humidity after all, with his name on the darkness of her lips. He could only imagine what brought her to the island. "Tantalize," he muses softly, pausing before her while the darkness of his crimson gaze bores into her own. "I did not think that you would come, and so soon - bored of Nerine already?" OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world RE: Offspring - Tantalize - 08-16-2017 tantalize RE: Offspring - Offspring - 08-16-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; There is a flicker of light in her gaze, as her own focuses upon his, boring into him as he had already begun to do to her. A glimmer of mischief, perhaps, or a gleam of warmth – he could not yet say; she seemed as unpredictable and as strong-willed as the tempestuous storm that had ravaged the island no more than a fortnight ago. As her finely preened feathers bristle and flatten once more across the hollow plane of her wing, he is reminded once more of the gale force wind that had tangled itself within the thickness of his matted tresses – a force to be reckoned with, and he is no fool – he can see that she is no less breathtaking than it had been.I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. He cannot deny her beauty. She is slender, and carved of shapely muscle and a seemingly flawless bone structure – her hip was heavy and rounded with femininity, and he would be loath to admit his gaze had not lingered longer than it should have when she had chosen her fate and sought refuge to the west, to Nerine. She was far from coy – her bold and glistening gaze had held him steady, captivated, and even now, he is titillated by the confidence and bravado of her stature, and the self-assured and borderline demanding tone of voice. He was a towering force of heavy muscle, thick bone, and scar tissue layered upon dark, pitchless skin – not many dared speak to him without treading carefully, but he is not at all the beast of fire and brimstone he is seen to be. Upon her brash and daring demand, there is a gleam of amusement stirring within the flickering ember of his darkened, reddened eyes, while a rumbling chuckle is pulled from somewhere deep within, where the fire burns brightest. With a gentle and fleeting nudge of his cheek pressed against the crook of her jaw, he is gesturing her away from the wild and tumultuous sea, and to the rumbling hearth of the isle – the pluming, towering volcano, itself. ”Nayl and I do not see eye to eye,” he says after a moment of thought, glancing to her with a trace of amusement in his voice, deliberately slowing his hefty and elongated stride to match her own. ”I do not anticipate an alliance being forged between Tephra and Nerine in foreseeable future, but I suppose I could be moved to make an exception for one,” he says, his voice a rumbling baritone, a gleam of teeth shown with a crooked grin. ”should you inevitably grow tired of it and seek refuge elsewhere, however temporary.” And then, suddenly, the humor is gone – ”You ruled the Amazons for a time?” he inquires, though it is more of a statement. His gaze is settled upon the shadow of the volcano once more, while the vegetation is parted around the girth of their bodies, revealing a large river winding through the island, parting it from a smaller island closer to the wide and open sea to the north. He is quiet, studying his reflection for a moment, stoicism settling where comedic wit had been moments before, and then he is looking unto her own reflection, russet and dappled. ”I ruled the Tundra for the better part of a decade, and I miss it every day. It is difficult, to start over, but we all manage, I suppose – in our own way.” OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world RE: Offspring - Tantalize - 08-18-2017 tantalize RE: Offspring - Offspring - 09-06-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; His gaze steadies upon the curve of her wing, tracing the finely preened feathers layered across the broad surface. Each vane gently flutters in the soft, gentle breeze – a warm one, laced with the thick, stifling humidity that often permeated the volcanic island. He is quiet, while his heavy, scarlet eyes following the muscle stirring beneath her dappled skin, where a mottling of jaguar markings lay, wrapped around the length of her slender legs, and draped over the slope of her spine. I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. He does not pine as he once might have in his youth – he is war-torn, aged mentally, and he had seen and known too much in his time to be so easily distracted by the temptation of sex and carnal desire. Yet, though there is no hunger in his gaze, there is a deep stirring of attraction hidden beneath the surface of his thoughtful gaze; she is beauty, intellect, and brawn encapsulated. He can feel her own gaze tracing the thick muscle and the deep ridges of his scar tissue. He is usually able to ignore it – it certainly was not the first time that his appearance (foreboding and intimidating, with a dark, fiery gaze, and a blackened, marred physique) had drawn the stare of another – but he cannot suppress the faint inkling of edginess stirring inside of him. He is usually indifferent to his own appearance. He has had many years to adjust to the girth and breadth of his body, and nearly as many to grow apathetic toward the puckered, pink scarring littered across the inkiness of his skin, or the unusual color of his eyes. And yet, he is not indifferent to how she perceives him – and his gaze shadows her own, seeking her approval, yearning for her appreciation. It had been a long while since he had longed for such. He can see the sudden shift in her mood, as the faint smile worn on her dark lips wanes into a thin, straight line, while her eyes become distant and brooding, reflective of the heavy memory resting as a burden on her mind. When his skin touches her own, she is brought back, stunned and with a hitch in her breath – and though she tilts her cheek away from him with a narrowed gaze, her breathlessness is not lost on him. Alas, it is a fleeting moment, gone as quickly as it had come, and a steady rhythm is found within his hefty stride and her prowling gait. Nerine is mentioned once again, and the memory of Nayl snarling at him, spitting harsh and criticizing words, stirs ire within the tautness of his chest. He did not respect her. She was foul-tempered, and immature. He would tread lightly, though, his words plucked carefully as his gravelly voice expresses only a fraction of the truth. ”She has much to learn about decorum,” he murmurs, his gaze steadied upon the volcano once more while wind more forcefully weaves its way through the thick tendrils of vegetation lapping at his legs. ”and restraint. She chose to belittle me and disrespect me, rather than speak to me as one leader to another. A shame,” he muses, his darkening gaze heavy upon her. ”Nerine could be a force to be reckoned with, with the right leadership.” He is quiet then, listening to her soft banter (eliciting a deep chuckle from within his chest) and her introspective words; no King or Queen had ever been without flaws. He, most certainly, had many. She is accepting of her own, and there is a faint tug of a smile along the crease of his dark mouth. Deeply buried memories of a love long since lost to him surfaces, lingering in his mind as he reminisces over how such a terrible lack of intimacy and honesty had set the love shared between them into a blistering inferno, leaving little else but ashes and dust in its wake. He longed for such honesty, for such clarity. It is a breath of fresh air. ”I was hesitant to begin again, when the Reckoning ravaged the kingdoms. I felt that I had lost so much; that too much had changed. I never thought that I would ever feel as complete as I did within the Tundra, but alas,” he murmurs, his chest rumbling with laughter. ”here I am. As much fire as I ever was ice. The irony is not lost on me.” He pauses then, the heaviness of his gaze searching for her own, listening carefully – he can sense a question hidden within her carefully constructed words, and he shook his head, as his tangled mane fell across his broad forehead. ”My father is dead.” I made sure of it, he doesn’t say, his gaze falling to the stillness of the water before him, studying the deepest scar lain across his chest. Ages old, and faint, but a reminder of a fate he had long ago sealed. ”He has been, for a long, long time – from another land, in another place. Rest assured, there is no relation. My eyes came from my mother,” and there is pang – an ache! He had not thought of her in so long. ”rest her soul.” OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world RE: Offspring - Tantalize - 09-06-2017 tantalize RE: Offspring - Offspring - 09-07-2017 You're looking at an absolute zero; ”I avoid confrontation when I am able,” he muses softly, his rumbling voice heavy in the humid air while the darkened scarlet of his gaze is settled upon her. ”though I did give her a piece of my mind.” There is a shadow of humor in the crease of his mouth, turned up with a half-hearted smile, though it soon fades away with the rustling of the wind – weaving its way through the tangled tresses that lay strewn across the broad surface of his neck. He is quiet for a moment, attempting to quell the stirring in the back of his mind – he had been spending so much time isolated (a stoic and foreboding presence, and a silent one, all the while) that he had forgotten the contentment that could only be had while in the company of another, and her gentle touch and soft, sultry tone are nothing to balk at.I'm not the devil but I won't be your hero. The thick and rolling muscle beneath his marred flesh begins to rouse with each sweeping forward motion – he is no longer stagnant and still, instead choosing to step forth and enter the stillness of the water that lay before him. It is not shallow, nor is it deep – it does not quite reach his breast, lapping instead at the underside of his barrel as his long, feathered legs tread through the tepid water, submerging his limbs slowly. His long and tangled tail hovers over the surface, each tendril floating and weaving through the crystalline water with each twitch to and fro – and the matted tresses that lay across his neck become dampened along their knotted ends, while the darkness of his maroon gaze traces the rippling spring, observing her wavering reflection before search the ember hidden away within her own gaze. There is a moment of silence shared, and he does not swell on her condolences – his mother had been dead for so long, he could hardly remember much of her aside from the vile way she had spat out his name – (Offspring - he was nothing more to her; he was the much-hated product of the very thing that had so grievously devastated Tantalize, though he was none the wiser). His heartache is for what he had never had – and he longed to bury the memory of her and the ache that came with it. All the while, his heavy gaze is settled upon her, glancing between the gentle curve of her jawline to the mystery lurking within the endless abyss of her eyes. His eyes trace the subtle curve of her hip, and the soft speckling of unusual spots along the slope of her spine. ”And I am sorry for your loss. Our memories are all that we have, at the end of it all,” he utters softly, while an idle ear twitches and turns – while a flicker of a dimly lit flame covers the surface of his exposed skin for a fraction of a second; the same flicker of a fire buried more deeply within. ”but it does not do well to dwell on them. Join me? ” he asks quietly – a deeper rumble than the volcano itself. OFFSPRING another zealot with the weight of the fucking world RE: Offspring - Tantalize - 09-07-2017 tantalize RE: Offspring - Reagan - 09-09-2017 Reagan I want you to know that I'm all yours; you and me, we're the same force.
She had waited. And waited. And in the end, she found that she was tired of waiting. For something. For anything. And so, together with a very special package trailing behind her, she says goodbye to the forest—it was not hers to protect any longer, as there was no longer a forest to protect—and makes her way east across the mainland. Her heart longs for the days when things were simple… before they had gone so, so wrong. The man she had loved was someone she no longer recognized, and the wall that surrounded her former home—her former kingdom—had the stench of a very familiar magician… and she intended to get her and her child as far from this place as possible. Living in the shadow of such a monstrosity was untenable to her, and the stench of Deimos’ magic was wreaking havoc with the area around it… corrupting all in its wake. One would have had to have been blind, deaf, and mute not to hear the way the wolves of lava and water howled whenever they made their next killing. Oh, how her heart ached with it. Her beloved Forest, was no more. And thus, she turns in the direction of the Volcano. He had to know. She finally had to tell him her secret… Reagan has made her way to Tephra, to the protection she could find at the base of its volcano, to the protection of the one who guarded it. Crossing the border, the scorching smell of sulfur burned at her nostrils. The trees fell away, replaced with sand and salt and magma that wound its way thither and yon across the landscape. Her green eyes make out two figures wading in a pool not too far off… and with a little study, her heart leaps into her chest at the familiar stature that the obsidian colored stallion cut across the ragged peaks. She closes her eyes, and takes a drag of his heady scent on the wind… intermingled with that of another. One that is familiar, and yet one that is very different. Female. Reagan steps carefully across the rocky terrain, and, standing upon the bluff looking down—and unfamiliar sensation, as one who is quite short—she snorts almost unnecessarily…as if she is motioning to something silently.. Stay. her mind says. I will come for you very shortly. . Green eyes take in Offspring and the other—a woman named Tantalize. Just the mere sight of him is enough to set her on edge. Someone who means so much when she knows so little about about him. "Offspring." His name on her lips feels like an imported whiskey. Foreign, and yet so good. She doesn't want to allow herself to feel the way he made her feel once upon a time ago. Ignoring her feelings and putting them aside, Her mind turns to the reason that has brought her here. Her creeping tendrils reach out toward his mind. Taiga has been wiped off the face of the map, and the Forest is no longer safe. Jinju has gone missing... along with her entire family. She comes on business, but she would be lying if it didn't do her heart good to see him again. Her eyes settle silently on Tantalize… not unkindly. Her smell was that akin to someone she had one known and loved. A small smile plays on her lips, and she dips her head in greeting. “Hello Tantalize. I knew your father well.” Such a familiar scent. She tried to imagine what Cross would have looked like with wings. The image was rather a humorous sight to her own mind. "I knew him before he ruled the Tundra. In another life, it seems now. Such a long time ago." Another small smile. "My name is Reagan." Turning her gaze back to Offspring, she waits a minute, and then Begins to turn back toward the border. "I do not mean to intrude. When you have a moment, seek me out. I have someone you are going to want to meet." She gives one last meaningful look to Liz, she smiles, and begins to turn away. |