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that hate in your heart has been branded by my name; laura - Molech - 08-10-2020 He does not try to hide in the darkness of the forest, though its fog and shadow attempt to cling to him with hungry, humid teeth. The taste of water is still sweet on his tongue, cool and clear, drip-drying in the fading light. Dusk settles in with a sigh, breathing against the deep green and white of his skin, a warmth that gently rustles the dampness of tri-colored downy feathers, delicate and tender in the way it caresses the fragile bones that flex mindlessly beneath. Gold and orange of sun-set trickle through the canopy, painting him with intricate patterns of the branches above. molech. @[laura] RE: that hate in your heart has been branded by my name; laura - aero - 08-16-2020 only silence remained, holding my breath in the dark; gasping for air with the lungs of a lark Aero does not often leave her family, but she does today. aero RE: that hate in your heart has been branded by my name; laura - Molech - 09-12-2020 The young colt hears nothing in return except for the sweetly trilling call of a forest bird. He snorts softly, golden nostrils flaring, peering through the quickly fading light of dusk. Tawny-lined ears flick back into the deep gold of his mane, his mouth erupting into a snarl. That terrible forked tongue - black and unnatural - seeps from his golden lips, tasting the cold air greedily. Molech has halted now, the once light gold of sunset that illuminated his body now dark with shadows of nightfall; the branches’ play their spindly fingers across his skin, dark and ominous as they stretch with the final rays of sunlight. molech. @[aero] RE: that hate in your heart has been branded by my name; laura - aero - 10-09-2020 only silence remained, holding my breath in the dark; gasping for air with the lungs of a lark The voices continue to whisper in the back of her mind. aero hello remember me? @[Molech] RE: that hate in your heart has been branded by my name; laura - Molech - 10-17-2020 Molech There is a sliver of moment that Molech believes he will not find the source of the thoughts. His gold-tipped ears press back into his neck in these ticking of seconds and silence, when he is met with only empty air as a reply. His lavender eyes are scouring the forest, that terrible forked tongue slipping in between his teeth, black and ugly, shining menacingly in the dull light. There is movement somewhere within the dying light and Molech snorts softly, turning his deep green head towards it, his ears flicking forward as his tongue slips back into his mouth. He lifts his head, nostrils flaring. A delectable smile splits his lips as she finally replies to him, this time out loud, making it easy for him to begin to make his way towards her. The colt picks his way carefully, deep goldenrod legs moving over the forest floor and the scattered branches and rocks that it holds. She burns like firelight in the slow shadows that grow over the forest. A rich red against a background of black and evergreen touched with such a soft white that his purple eyes easily draw to her. That once malicious smile has already faded, replaced with a look of gentle worry - brows rising and his mouth slack, deciding to slow his movements towards her to feign nervousness. She will come to him, not the other way around. Molech finds it hard to keep the adrenaline that presses into his pulse from alighting in his eyes. He stops a good few lengths away from her, her electric green eyes enticing him to come further - but he doesn’t. There is a soft flutter of his own wings against his ribcage, the only sound against the otherwise still forest. “You heard me,” he tells her softly, admiringly, with a gentle tilt of his head. “You don’t have to be alone either,” He then suggests thoughtfully, taking a single step towards her with the tiniest of shy smiles finding his mouth. YOUR PRECIOUS LIGHT IS FADING @[aero] i will never ever forget you! <3 RE: that hate in your heart has been branded by my name; laura - aero - 10-30-2020 only silence remained, holding my breath in the dark; gasping for air with the lungs of a lark She has no defenses against someone like him. aero @[Molech] RE: that hate in your heart has been branded by my name; laura - Molech - 11-11-2020 Molech These are the ones - the gentle ones, the soft and unsuspecting ones - he craves the most. Molech can feel the adrenaline rise in his heartbeat, feeling the unhealthy obsession that plagues him beginning to surface. He watches her so intently - he wonders if she notices the degree at which his lavender eyes pry into her own, desperate for her undivided attention. “You don’t?” he replies softly with a tilt of his head, golden tendrils of his forelock falling across his light purple eyes. This question is genuine, unlike most everything that comes out of his mouth. “I hate it.” He confesses it to her with coldness in his voice, his brows creasing as his mouth crinkles into a scowl. He’s quick to recover, though, shaking his head slightly and softening his features. Then, she turns away from him. His gaze darkens, a bitter taste on his tongue as it slides out of his mouth angrily. She doesn’t need them. He hastily takes a few more steps towards her as his possessiveness over her leads him forward. His forward motion stops in a few steps, allowing his body to relax just as she turns to face him again (of course she would, why would he think otherwise?). “I’m thankful for that,” he tells her with a gentle chuckle towards the end of his words, smiling at her, “the forest gets really lonely sometimes.” Molech’s face grows serious for a moment, unsure if he is lying or telling the truth. Sometimes, he finds, his lines get crossed. “Hi, Aero. I’m Molech.” The young colt tells himself to restrain himself, to ease into this slowly, but he cannot help himself from asking about her family: “You live here, in the forest, too?” He hides his underlying interest well, seemingly trying to find commonalities between them, but is really fishing for more information - could he steal her away from them, or would the endeavor be more difficult than his last? YOUR PRECIOUS LIGHT IS FADING @[aero] RE: that hate in your heart has been branded by my name; laura - aero - 11-20-2020 only silence remained, holding my breath in the dark; gasping for air with the lungs of a lark There is something lonely about him—nearly sad—and it calls to her heart that beats small wings against the backside of her ribs. She feels it fluttering there, this need to help him, to soothe him, to ease the bruises of his kind eyes, and she does not realize that she walks directly into the trap he lies for her. There are no defenses for her to fall back upon. Nothing with which to use as a shield against him. aero @[Molech] RE: that hate in your heart has been branded by my name; laura - Molech - 11-25-2020 Molech There is some truth in his solemnity, though it crosses his face for far more deadly reasons than to merely be pitied. Those with the gentlest of hearts flutter to it without a thought, drawn to that sadness etched onto his handsome face, dreaming of pressing away all those hard edges and dark shadow that trace him. He is a monster (and perhaps that is something they can see but choose to ignore), but only because no one has ever taught him any different and the idea of being the one to fix him - isn’t that just, perfection? It’s a thought process he had listened to once or twice as he trapezes around the forest, searching the pines for the tender girls who are easily plucked, like a flower from a garden. “That’s a blessing, then,” he replies gently, his golden lips upturning into a smile. His slender legs bring him forward, jarring white etched with gold at the knees, unable to keep his distance and finding that their casual conversation is warm enough to do so without scaring her away. “What kind of creatures?” He asks this with a soft rise of his brows, infiltrating her mind once again to prod and pry - what did she think of him? There is no fear that lies in the forefront and that puts Molech at ease. She looks away from him and he frowns, pausing his steps towards her. His tri-colored wings fluff seemingly thoughtlessly at his sides but it is only an attempt to cover up the agitation that begins to build up, hot and thrumming in his throat. He clenches his jaw tightly, realizing that convincing her to stay would possibly be more of a struggle than it would be worth. Molech heaves a gentle sigh, smiling as she turns back around to face him. “Tephra? That’s where the volcano is, right?” He asks so that perhaps her shyness will fade sooner, made comfortable by his voice and the way he is so interested in all things her. The young stallion takes another step towards her with a curious tilt of his blazed face. “What kind of adventure are you looking for?” YOUR PRECIOUS LIGHT IS FADING @[aero] |