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In search of a key you know is not there; - Briella - 10-21-2019 you said you'd wait forever, but I blinked and the world was gone BRIELLA @[Santana] RE: In search of a key you know is not there; - Santana - 10-22-2019 The edge of the forest where he'd passed the summer, where sunlight was only a filtered breath of its true heat. He was not feral, but had certainly given in to his more predatory inclinations as the summer wore on. Why not? It was what he was built for and there was so much more satisfaction to be had in the taste of flesh than in the ease of grazing. But winter would be coming along soon enough, and with it the cold and the dark. These were not things that would harm him, but loneliness cut far deeper in the snow than it did in the sun. It was coming time to return, to try to integrate himself in a family he barely knew. This was why he was so far East today, stretching his legs past the tree line, past the river, watching tree's take on their copper coats as he went. He was a horse today, not wishing to draw undue attention to himself. He stood out enough with his moonstone body, all white and gold and blue. In the moonlight he shone like the stars themselves. He could move faster as a dragon, but on a night this fine he craved the slower pace his hooves afforded. His wings still shrouded his back if walking lost its charm, but he didn't figure it would. Not tonight. Sometimes a feeling takes you, and you have to go with it. Intuition, wasn't that what they called it? He was going with his intuition, and it brought him through fields of faded flowers that threw their bruised scent into the still warm air. He inhaled deeply, and froze. A scent mingled with the old briar roses, a scent he'd not caught in a long while. A slow smile drew across his face, picking up the trail. With predatory grace, the moonlit stallion picked his way along, tracking his way to the ice touched scent he remembered so well. Then she was there, a figure half hidden by shadow, half illuminated by the full moon. She was light and dark and lovely as the evening they were enveloped by. His own name came across the space between, a soft voice that filled his head with warmth. "Briella," he rumbled, head dropping to brush the hair from her dark brow. Her stumbled apology flitted on bat wings through the air and he snorted in reply. She had gone, and so had he. Even footing, as far as he was concerned. His wings rustled against his sides, fluttering in the night as he moved closer to the frosted girl. "I'm much better finding you here. And you? How have you kept? It's been far, far too long." He sighed against the curve of her neck, kissing the swell of muscle that stretched so elegantly there. It felt as natural as breathing, to caress her so. Even after so long, she fit beautifully against him. @[Briella] RE: In search of a key you know is not there; - Briella - 10-23-2019 you said you'd wait forever, but I blinked and the world was gone BRIELLA @[Santana] RE: In search of a key you know is not there; - Santana - 10-23-2019 She speaks as he embraces her, and what she says is frightening. It is nothing he could have expected to fall from her mouth. One ice veined wing opens to enfold the jewel bright girl at his side, his faintly glowing eyes intent in the night. This was unexpected, but it was also Briella. She had had a talent for the unseen and the unknown as long as he'd known her. The blue shattered stallion thrummed deep in his throat, a draconic purr that vibrated in the air. The cream velvet of his muzzle pressed comfortingly into the tangles of her mane, warm air enveloping the little space between them. "Ramble all you need. I can listen, even if I'm not certain I understand what you speak of." For truly that seemed to be what she needed. The words burst from her like bubbles beneath water, unpredictable and wet. If these were dreams, they did not sound like happy ones. If it was real, he hoped it was nothing near. She could be mad. He himself had seen the ease which insanity could dig into a mind, the way it took over with such insidious stealth. Until there was nothing left of the one you had loved. If this was the case, it seemed truly cruel. Briella had long held a soft spot in his heart, the way she kept herself beyond the world. Perhaps that in itself has been the stress needed to give her such strange visions. That she knows his name is a little bit of luck then. A bit of luck and a bit of magic. For time certainly hadn't been on their side. He continued the gentle stroking of her mane, the easy rubbing of his forehead against her neck. "Wherever you've been, I'm glad you've returned. Do you know where you are or where you're going next?" His questions were light enough, curiosity piqued with her of odd descriptions. Had she only appeared here for a night, just long enough to let him know she still was? His shooting star, illuminating the night for a bare heartbeat before vanishing once more into the endless sky. @[Briella] RE: In search of a key you know is not there; - Briella - 10-25-2019 you said you'd wait forever, but I blinked and the world was gone BRIELLA @[Santana] RE: In search of a key you know is not there; - Santana - 10-30-2019 The things she spoke of seemed too fantastical to exist, even in a world where dragons flew and horses of every color roamed. It was beyond his own imagination to understand what she was describing. The world tray existed was the one he knew, and while it was certainly possible that what the gemstone girl spoke of existed on some plain, that plain was out of his reach. Did it matter though? So long as she returned to his side when time and space allowed, he would listen with rapt attention to what she knew. He would hold her close as one of his own. As strange as the words she spoke, he knew she wouldn't be Briella without them. His broad leathery wing swept over her shoulders, a cloak of creamy skin threaded through with gold and ice. The veins of cold that wove through both of them were a sign to his mind. A likeness that they had earned together when they were young. "I see," he mused aloud, following as well as he could. "I think you are wrong on one point though. You are not alone anymore." He grinned at her, nuzzling the soft skin of her neck. Her own touches were welcome, the edges of their forms meeting again and again as they drew closer together. "I've only just got you back, my treasure. Do you think I'd let you go again so soon?" He kissed a trail along the curve of her throat, biting gently at the thin skin at her jaw with predatory teeth. His tongue lapped at the tiny mark, erasing any pain he may have caused. "Come with me, to Loess. I intend to winter there with my kin. We can pay your aunt a visit, if you like. But I'd rather not lose you again." He murmured. To have her against him felt right and good, and he hated the idea of her leaving. For now, in the silvery light of the moon, it was enough to have found her again. @[Briella] RE: In search of a key you know is not there; - Briella - 10-30-2019 you said you'd wait forever, but I blinked and the world was gone BRIELLA @[Santana] >;] RE: In search of a key you know is not there; - Santana - 11-05-2019 She was lovely, even as changed as she was from their first meeting. Every inch of her was spectacular. Like a piece of night sky made solid, and given a shape the gods would envy. Even her eyes reminded him of the midnight heavens, deep as the sea and shimmering with unknowable light. She was his jewel, his treasure. A triumph of nature and magic, and she played on his possessive nature as no one else could. He wanted to devour her, to consume the beauty that had so completely enraptured him. To make her as enthralled as he was, so that she'd never leave him again. Velvet lips traveled the curve of her neck, scalding breath mingled with the cool night air as it hit her skin, and he did his best to tease shivers from the nocturnal hide he caressed. The way they pressed against each other, light and dark and eternally shining. A groan emerged from his lips, the desire for more clawing at the tightness in his belly. He wanted her, needed her, but it seemed to soon. They had only just reunited, and already his hunger roared for satisfaction. It took massive effort, but he pulled away, stepped a pace away until the heat of her skin was only an impression on his own. "Ah, my treasure. We should go, in that case." He smiled wickedly at her, wings held taught at his sides. He wanted nothing more than to pull her beneath him, to plunder her deepest reaches and see what beauty she held within. To draw the faintest lines in her skin with gripping teeth, and admire the red of her as it shone on the midnight of her pelt before he lapped it away. The pale stallion's head shook in an attempt to rid the delicious images from his mind, to focus on the here and now. He could take her where she stood, and it was so terribly tempting to do it. But he bit his tongue instead, the sting of pain sharpening his thoughts. "Let's go home, Briella. I want to take you home." It felt wonderful enough just to say those words, her name and home. His mouth decended on her's once more, far more chastely this time. Just a pressing of his lips to hers, a claiming thing. Such a night, to bring his pretty one back to him. @[Briella] |