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bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 11-04-2017 Isobell i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea The words she should be using to thank Ivar for taking her home have yet to formulate in her mouth. For now she stares at the rising sun, walking next to the scaled man, hoof step to hoof step. He glistens in the glow of a fresh autumn morning. She finds her silver eyes would rather look upon him than the sunrise."Ivar," her words are weighted with something, perhaps sleepiness for the night's festivities, "thank you for walking me home." She gives him a small, sleepy smile with the tilt of her head before pressing her muzzle rather politely against one of his scaled shoulders. She is weary with sleep and her hooves feel far too heavy but the painted mare moves along the stallion's left side and near the water. The night had been rather magical despite the way the pale king had eyed her flesh. Isobell felt the hunger in those red eyes crawl around her brain and attempt to grasp the most tender parts of her body...but Ivar had stepped in and whisked her away like a true prince (of Sylva haha!). Isobell giggles softly to herself as the exhaustion was almost overwhelming. Tired?" She asks knowing damn well he is but the temptation to curl up next to his body was something she thought was worth asking a stupid question for. She is lightheaded and giddy as the after affects of her inebriation are slow to wear off and surely he would like to take a rest. RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Ivar - 11-04-2017
RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 11-04-2017 Isobell i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea "No you should come with me tonight...today." She is breathing against the soft scales of his skin, smooth and polished though they are surely smudged by her breath as she does not fight the feel of his body against her. There is a rush that she cannot yet explain that warms her skin, blooming in her breast. She feels like a woman possessed as the words are escaping her dark lips before she has time to secure them (she wonders if she really wants to hide them anyway despite the lovely buzz in her head).She presses back against the thickness of his neck, silver eyes watching a pulse just beneath the scales with fascination. She closes her eyes and rub her face in the edges of his mane, burying herself in his scent. He is different than the other boys with their loud laughs and gawking stares. Isobell shoves it all away to drown against his skin and the too warm of a night with the bleeding of predawn colors across a cloudless sky. 'I know, I know, I know..." She whispers the words in return to his scolding for her presence in Sylva but she murmurs it all away with her dark lips, weaving them into his mane and hiding the syllables behind the cool scales. She doesn't want him to leave and though her brain is foggy and too light, she lightly draws the rivers of his sinew and muscle up his neck before ending ehr exploration with a lightly place nip where his jaw bone connects to his throat. She knows she should not be out here by the river with him but Ivar is not a strange boy after dark. He is Ivar, son of Stillwater and Djinni, but under the soft glow of an early winter sky, Isobell feels like a woman under his gaze and drinks in the way he feels against her skin. "Don't go...it's too late to leave. You should rest." Her voice vibrates as she mouths the words quietly with parted lips against the scales, dreamy and soft. RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Ivar - 11-04-2017
RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 11-04-2017 Isobell i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea And she shakes off his silly grip upon her withers. She challenges him with a sideways silver eye, giving a shimmy under his sharp teeth to loosen and slide away from the heat of his mouth and tongue with her body sliding smoothly down the curved scales and even giving the place where his tail meets his flesh a little tug.He asks too many questions and seems to talk too much when all she wanted but to just listen to the rhythm of his heart drumming inside his chest. Perhaps she wanted to show him something more...to open herself to him...but he manages to dash it all away with a lolling tongue and smoldering touches. The long catch of tail flicks across her hind end idly before settling back into position as it lay draped prettily. Isobell looks over her shoulder at the scaled stallion as he seemed to question himself... Perhaps it was best if he DOES go to Loess like he had suggested earlier. She allows a few breathes to pass before pivoting with narrow eyes and a renewed taste for his skin. She is young and the wildness of the sea and salt crept along her soft curves as she neared him, silver eyes gripping his own with narrowed slits and stand just in front of him s she had to look upwards to his taller stature. "And?" She confronts him, her heart racing and her skin shivering from the cold...or the frustration of his scent on her skin (she isn't sure which). "What is it Ivar? Who is it?" The young pied mare demands. "What or who you keep your company with is no secret. Their names are riddled with pox, covered in fleas, and doused with pig squalor yet you lay with them...why is it that you came to me tonight? You, of all, found me in Sylva." Her words are not meant to be kind. "What do you want with me, princeling?" She speaks with flared nostrils and liquid quicksilver flooding her eyes. Her feminine features harden as she questions the stallion with a jutted chin and squared shoulders. Isobell shorts with a huff, her eyes roll and she shifts her weight away with rolling hips so the stallion is off to her left hip. 'I can find my own way home from here." She remarks flatly as she turns her back on Ivar and heading towards Nerine. RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Ivar - 11-04-2017 Trigger Warning: possible non-consensual sex
RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 11-05-2017 Isobell i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea And she had thought she had beaten him. Isobell had thought she had shaken him off like he was nothing more than a bad dream. Ivar, King of Silk Bedsheets, had been her consideration. She had driven her body against his, caressed and cupped him, wanted him in the purest way...but she is young and angry and does not know how to control waves of her emotions as well as her mother or even the scaled stallion.She is frustrated and tired and the walk home would still be long. But before she is even able to turn, he is thrusting his weight into hers, the air knocked from her lungs momentarily as silver eyes are wide and confused. "Ivar!" She is shocked, desperately scrambling in the wetness but slipping in the squelch of mud and cold pebbles. Isobell whips her head towards the water then back at him as he is shoving her but then...then...then.... (it's okay) The whisper is soft. The sound of raging waters echo loudly in her ears, her heart is hammering against it's bone cage, but she listens....there is a hum as everything else goes silent. (the water) Isobell stops fighting him as her silver eyes dull. The water, yes, the water. The cold does not bother her as she slips into the darkness of mountain runoff. The water was very cold and deep but with Ivar near her, the woman does not give such thoughts anymore consideration. Her heart slows, the water is cold, cold, cold. She can feel the grip he has but it feels more like a tender caress (she cannot see the blood that is staining the white of her skin). The water is still deeper now and Isobell loses footing and slips below the water's surface for a moment when she stumbles upon some drowned object. The blank pewter eyes never look to Ivar as they remain straight ahead, letting the kelpie guide her with his grip. She is relaxed despite it all, something unusual for the ivory and jet woman but the voice in her head is soothing and speaking like a cradle song. Her body feels heavy and light all at the same time but the RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Ivar - 11-05-2017
RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Isobell - 11-05-2017 Isobell i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea It must have been too easy for the stallion to let the waters consume Isobell. She had not only been a childhood friend but the future queen of Nerine. Surely, Castile, Nayl and Lior would have dashed off her disappearance with nothing more than a shrug...She can feel nothing but the press of his body, guiding her with little nudges. The water was no longer cold. It invited her beneath the surface with loving kisses upon her chest, throat, and eventually head. Ivar is lost to her and so is the rest of Beqanna as she desires to sleep beneath the waves. Her mind is so dreadfully tired that she does not feel the crush of the water in her lungs nor even hear herself scream before Ivar has let her go. Silver eyes are rolling back as everything fades to black and she can feel the tear in her hide, her skin is on fire and her lungs are burning with seething rage for their depravity of oxygen. Isobell suffocates slowly and painfully as she spasms and begins to float...granting Ivar's wish. (tick, tick, tick) Like waking up from a nightmare, she is gasps loudly and jerks upright. Her mind is throbbing severely as she attempts to orient herself. Where was she? Where was Ivar? The river...? Isobell becomes fully aware that this was not a terrible dream...she was still beneath the surface...but how was she alive? Her heart hammers in her chest but she was breathing...actually breathing. The woman struggles a moment as she is pretty certain she is dead and this was her soul leaving but she can still feel the sting of her crest and there was red in the water...first she moves one limb and then the other... Isobell is not dead. The painted mare can feel her lungs expanding despite having felt her own mortality not long ago. The water, though dark, is not cold and she regains control (at least temporarily) and determines the way to shore despite the inky dark. Isobell does not understand what in holy hell was going on but she wanted to be on land. Her legs are shaking as she drudges onto the shore. She is saturated and there is a fat line of red, red blood spilling down her left shoulder as she coughs, chokes, and desperately inhales air through her lips. Her hair is plastered against her skin and her tail is pasted to her trembling legs as she sweeps her head from one direction to the next. Everything hurts as her body racks painfully at trying to breath and maintain her balance...but wait... Ivar. Ivar, pretty as ever, is a bit down the shore line and moving away from the river. "Ivar!" She halfway chokes on his name, the syllables shredding her raw throat. The woman starts to take a few paces towards him with burning silver eyes. Isobell does not feel the small patch of scales that have begun to begun to grow behind her ears and along the edge of her mane and down to where her shoulders lay in ruin by the same very elongated canines at are growing unnoticed in her own mouth at that moment. She is a beautiful sight (dare we say more beautiful?) as she is rather upset with Ivar and had every intention of have discussing the matter of her drowning. RE: bottom of the deep blue sea; ivar - Ivar - 11-06-2017
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