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now our livingroom set is ruined! - ghaul - 02-05-2020 GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
His ego is overfed by the wealth of captives he’s taken from both the northern and southern kingdoms. When he flies, he hardly even looks over his shoulder to see if anyone follows or cares to notice him. They could track him by scent if they felt the need to bother. And he would let them. Ghaul makes no effort to disguise his shape or the claw prints he leaves wherever he goes. He screams into the storm and he dares it to answer. And thus far, it yields to him. The summer sun reflects off his gold-colored scales as he rides the warm air currents back to the south. He delights in tormenting the kingdom of false idols, the ones who tried to keep Clarissa shut away from his love. And they had failed miserably in that endeavor as well. His heart warms at the thought of her as he tucks his wings to descend, talons extending with a practiced fluidity now. Gluttony had taught him well despite having only feathers to give her flight. He lands with a light thud and he greedily crosses their borders, his claws kicking up dirt behind him. His head turns slowly as he surveys the area for anything of interest, scanning the outlines of the residents. He does not hear the creature swooping down on him until they are inches apart, and then he is dragged to the ground by the fangs clamping down on his wing. Ghaul shrieks and tries to rip the golden boy from his limb, but Ophanim is smaller and faster by far. He drops his body on top of that flapping wing and keeps his teeth gripped on it so the drake is pinned to the ground. The prince of Pangea breathes his fire and gnashes his crooked fangs, but he cannot angle himself to get to that awful angel. And even if he could, Ophanim was clever enough to already armor himself with his own scales. His slow turning halo burns with a fury he has not known before now. The desire to kill is thick on his tongue and he eyes Ghaul’s throat as he waits uneasily for Starsin to unleash all that rage she has been building since Malone was taken from them. Suddenly, he releases his bite and he kicks out with a hind leg right at the base of Ghaul’s wing. There is an awful popping sound that turns his stomach but he kicks again just to be sure, causing the monster to shriek once more. His thrashing grows more violent and he finally manages to roll so that Ophanim is flipped off of his now dislocated appendage. It hangs limp against his side and he turns to face the divine Loessian, horns glimmering and frothy drool dripping from his jaws. He lunges, talons extended to catch the angel by his holy throat. RE: now our livingroom set is ruined! - Starsin - 02-07-2020 and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain. starsin it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted. RE: now our livingroom set is ruined! - ghaul - 02-19-2020 GHAUL
i can take you there, but baby, you won't make it back
Some people believe that monsters do not feel love, that they lack even the capacity to understand what it means. But Ghaul loves perhaps more deeply than most. He would lay down his life for Clarissa or Draco without a second thought. He would rip kingdoms asunder to protect Greta or Gospel. The beast comes to Loess to find a plaything for his brother, for precious Draco, but he is instead met with a force that tears straight through him unlike anything he has encountered before. At first, he feels nothing at all. His breath catches in his throat at the odd sound and he turns his head to look at the ugly stump of his wing. The red outline of the torn thing twitches and it serves as a catalyst for the wave of agony that burns through him. Time moves so slowly in this instant as he crashes into the ground, screeching and writhing so wildly that Ophanim shies backward from him. His bright blue eyes find Starsin’s and he knows that this has to be done, but the blood splattered across his face and chest turns his stomach. Ghaul’s talons frantically scrape at the dirt as he cries out and scrambles onto his legs. His great chest heaves and drool oozes from his mouth as he turns to Starsin, contemplating between waves of torment. Every pulse sends another dribble of red down his golden sides. They smell like the hero boy, the one with his eye swollen shut, and he grits his teeth. “I will eat him. I will devour him slowly and-” But the pain is too great. He is silenced by the awful pain and he chokes on his own words. His first defeat. It is almost as terrible as the way his broken body feels but he must live to fight another day. He must see Clarissa again. He stumbles backward and the stars begin to weep down his face. Draco will hate him for this failure, he is sure. Ghaul gathers what strength is left in him and he skitters away from the Loessian border. Anaxarete or Clarissa will pluck him from death’s door, surely. They will not let their angel of fury pass so easily. He hopes. Ophanim blinks after what feels like eternity and releases the breath he did not realize he was holding. His gaze drifts to the puddle of blood and tissue before him and swallows nervously. Ever since Tephra, violence has left a sour taste in his mouth. “I’m sorry I froze up. I should have finished him. I just..” he trails off, never averting his eyes from that awful pool. RE: now our livingroom set is ruined! - Starsin - 02-23-2020 and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain. starsin it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted. RE: now our livingroom set is ruined! - Ophanim - 02-23-2020 If ever you come near I'll hold up high a mirror OphaniM
When she threatens Ghaul, the words sound muffled as though he’s underwater as his pulse throbs in his ears. But when she speaks to him it is somehow crystal clear when it reaches him. Still, he keeps his eyes trained on that awful red stain on the ground, tears threatening to spill over his cheeks to trace the glowing golden lines. Starsin says he did nothing wrong, but he feels a deeply rooted shame twist and writhe inside him. Her voice is still cold, yet he feels the way her heart beats in his chest, reassuring him she means what she says. He complies and lifts his head when she guides his face with hers. As always, her lips on his cheek make him breathe a sigh of relief. Her love has always set the world back in motion on its proper axis for him. Ophanim traces his lips across her face in nervous kisses as he settles with his pale wing over her, hugging her close to him. It’s been so awful to not wake up with Malone nearby every morning. He misses tugging at his oldest son’s mane to get him up while the younger children laugh and watch. “Why does this all feel like déjà vu?” he asks when his eyes focus on the strange trail Ghaul left behind him. The blood, feathers, and claw marks all feel like a nightmare from some fever but he can’t quite fit the pieces of it all back together. But he has Starsin with him this time, he reminds himself as he leans his head to her, softly lipping at the corner of her cheek. Their love has become the bedrock of his life that keeps him from drowning in whatever ails him. Her strength compliments his fawn heart as though they were always meant to settle into one another this way. He closes his eyes and tries not to imagine where their firstborn is or if anyone is there to wake him before noon. Lord, I could never show you anything as beautiful as you. @[Starsin] RE: now our livingroom set is ruined! - Starsin - 02-26-2020 and let me crawl inside your veins. I'll build a wall, give you a ball and chain. starsin it’s not like me to be so mean. you’re all I wanted. @[Ophanim] |