HE'S SO TALL, HANDSOME AS HELL
HE'S SO BAD, BUT HE DOES IT SO WELL
You're a shooting star I see, a vision of ecstasy
Diamonds are forever, that's what he hears. Breeding season comes to Beqanna with vigor, and Kirin wakes with the feelings of a wild animal. They had wasted no time finding each other, gliding along the crags down to the shoreline. A display of of silver glitters along the sands, playing tricks, and bringing a stolen luminescence to their coats.
He had waited for what seemed an eternity but the time had finally come- he followed her without question. An eagerness filled him, he stole nibbles against her backside as they picked the shoreline, and finally they stopped on the beach. This place, he remembered it well, hours spent in ambitious conversation. He is ready, so ready, and she would be first- she would always be first.
There's no room between them as they stand placid for some time, watching the water ebb and flow. She turns to lace her lips gently along his neck, his skin tingles where she touches, lights him on fire. A groan bubbles forth from his chest and he turns to pin her- but she's talking.
His eyes trace the lines of her face as she speaks, ears pulled forward in his attention. Silly things. Silly things only women would say he thinks, brushing her forelock aside with his wing. He smiled though, this bit of jealousy was amusing, silly, but amusing. He lets her finish before he responds, perhaps being irritatingly cool and composed. "I thought for a while, that you would not return." He replies softly, an intoxicating rhythm to his collected tones. Perhaps he should have shouted, maybe she would prefer it, but instead he coils around her.
There is only one other sister that remains in their seaside home, one that spends most of her time with Kult. Has the golden goddess been so blinded? "Who, Kersey?" He asks as he rounds her, inspecting her body, remembering each curve both old and new. "I love our sister I will not deny it. I love her as I love our brothers, but not as I love you." He lilts as he turns again to face her, lipping her soft muzzle. "Everything I do is for our family Nicia, what would you have me do, treat Kersey with hatred? She's been perfectly helpful, look at what we have here, and she's been good company for Kult." He tilts en eyebrow, their little squabble on the cliffs was evidence of their young brothers soreness at being left.
"If our siblings will not join us, then we must further the lines ourselves. Khaos would have wanted it, I will begin collecting things of worth." He doesn't say it out right, the subject so obviously touchy, but he can only mean to collect more mares. "I'll probably have to bring a toy or two as well, our siblings grow restless. We need more..." His eyes flit to somewhere far away, something deep in his thoughts. "I will only ever love you. Nicia. Forever. I will find a way to make it so. Let me?"
When you hold me, I'm alive. We're like diamonds in the sky