09-07-2021, 12:12 PM
Ah, she was right. Obscene was upset, but Cheri’s intuition on the matter kept her from being too surprised at seeing him turn scaly. The hissing was also a nice touch, but she was finding that the sound no longer disturbed her like it once did. In fact she thought it was an apt reflection of Obscene’s inner demon - another thing Cheri was finding no longer disturbed her like it once did.
This was all just a part of growing older in their world. Magic had been originally gifted to them by the fae, a controlled source of chaos connected to Obscene by ancient ties, and like so many others in their bright and fanciful land he was changed because of it. Cheri had changed too: from a little filly who nursed the broken things into a glowing mare that was steadily learning how to control weather fluctuations. She could bind and stitch a wound without blinking an eye now, and wherever she went the winds favored her.
Change was hard and unexpected, but it didn’t have to be sailed through alone.
She followed him with an electric smile down to the coastline where Obscene’s stash of nectar was tucked away and helped herself to a quenching gulp once her guide was finished, joining him afterwards to watch the storm roll in with the tide. His face was the only thing that had the same effect on her as it always did, and maybe that was because no matter how hard he sneered at her the hard lines and subtle flickers of emotion couldn’t disguise how disgustingly handsome he was.
It seemed so wrong that such a creature capable of cruelty could be so equally good-looking, and as his wandering eye arched in her direction Cheri had to work hard at suppressing the flutter of wings in her stomach. She loathed that he could do that to her with a single look. She also loved it, and that was the source of her problems.
“I’m not here to try and break our pact.” She assured him. The liquid coating her tongue had made its way into her belly, warming her bones like she’d wanted. “I came here looking for a little fun before the responsibilities kicked in, and I assumed you were the one most capable of providing it.” The pegasus shrugged her wings, noticing how their glow had finally dimmed and snuffed out. Every time she touched down the light would fade, revealing a full set of tangible, downy-soft feathers if she kept grounded long enough.
“I am speaking to the Fae Prince, aren’t I?” Cheri prodded him with a scathing look, offsetting the harsh words with a demure sort of cheshire grin. She could manage to look impish herself when she wanted to. “The one renowned for a good time?” She asked. Did that name ring any bells for him? Her eyes flashed and out to sea a lone bolt of lighting cracked down to touch the surface of the dark waves. “So c’mon,” she smiled without saying, licking a bit of the leftover nectar from the corners of her mouth, “show me a good time.”
This was all just a part of growing older in their world. Magic had been originally gifted to them by the fae, a controlled source of chaos connected to Obscene by ancient ties, and like so many others in their bright and fanciful land he was changed because of it. Cheri had changed too: from a little filly who nursed the broken things into a glowing mare that was steadily learning how to control weather fluctuations. She could bind and stitch a wound without blinking an eye now, and wherever she went the winds favored her.
Change was hard and unexpected, but it didn’t have to be sailed through alone.
She followed him with an electric smile down to the coastline where Obscene’s stash of nectar was tucked away and helped herself to a quenching gulp once her guide was finished, joining him afterwards to watch the storm roll in with the tide. His face was the only thing that had the same effect on her as it always did, and maybe that was because no matter how hard he sneered at her the hard lines and subtle flickers of emotion couldn’t disguise how disgustingly handsome he was.
It seemed so wrong that such a creature capable of cruelty could be so equally good-looking, and as his wandering eye arched in her direction Cheri had to work hard at suppressing the flutter of wings in her stomach. She loathed that he could do that to her with a single look. She also loved it, and that was the source of her problems.
“I’m not here to try and break our pact.” She assured him. The liquid coating her tongue had made its way into her belly, warming her bones like she’d wanted. “I came here looking for a little fun before the responsibilities kicked in, and I assumed you were the one most capable of providing it.” The pegasus shrugged her wings, noticing how their glow had finally dimmed and snuffed out. Every time she touched down the light would fade, revealing a full set of tangible, downy-soft feathers if she kept grounded long enough.
“I am speaking to the Fae Prince, aren’t I?” Cheri prodded him with a scathing look, offsetting the harsh words with a demure sort of cheshire grin. She could manage to look impish herself when she wanted to. “The one renowned for a good time?” She asked. Did that name ring any bells for him? Her eyes flashed and out to sea a lone bolt of lighting cracked down to touch the surface of the dark waves. “So c’mon,” she smiled without saying, licking a bit of the leftover nectar from the corners of her mouth, “show me a good time.”
@Obscene