04-23-2016, 03:58 PM
you're metophorical gin and juice
so come on give me a taste
of what its like to be next to you
so come on give me a taste
of what its like to be next to you
Waves crash against the craggy sides of his perch as he waits, eyes and ears straining for sight, sound. She had been the most perfect gift, one such present that he would not easily let go of or forget. The years in which he had held her beauty and power seemed endless on occasion and in other moments it passed all too quickly. Those nights when he clasped her breath within cupped hands and traced feathers along trembling muscles were those to pass for too soon, much too abrupt though they could be tangled for hours.
Moonlight reaches along the seascape with diamond like fingers, twisting shine and sparkle to a place that deserved naught. The nights would never bestow the darkness in which the lands had forged its name and reputation and Kirin quite liked it that way. It was unassuming, it was a farce in the face to all those stricken beauty-struck by its wonder. It reflects in silvered-eyes, plays glowing light on lavender skin and beams bright from the sands below. The moon too gives light to a tower of water that propels itself upward, twirling tower-tall and reaching for the sky in a great spire before it filters back to whence it came.
He smiles, twisting his body in the direction of the source, leaping from the ledge to circle upwards into the night sky. Eyes darting into the sand-covered walkways and soon his body follows to glide gently downward, stepping softly against the giving surface as he lands before her. Capture.” The name flows like a memory from his whiskey lips, wings tucking to his sides before he would make to breach her space. Just a nibble of salt-washed skin to great her, his own exhale of breath finding her nose before he speaks again.
“You’ve been practicing, I am glad. Have you missed me?” He wonders, bringing a single wing from his side to slide gently over her form as he asks. “I want another night with you Capture, to restore to you what we’ve lost before.” Of course he meant their first child, where the little thing had managed to wander off to he wouldn’t know, it was simply gone, vanished. There was little hope of survival, too many ledges, an endless bay of water, all manner of sea-predators at its disposal. It was best not to think too hard on it so he didn’t, he moved on certain they could try again and do better.
He was ever gentle to her, far more tender a lover than his otherwise dubious actions in the forest or the women that were simply toys to him. There was less blood for instance, if any at all, no tears to be shed against the gentle sway of their bodies. Kirin held few of the mares in such high regard but the jade and silver girl should never fear treatment as a ragdoll, she was special and she was his.
Moonlight reaches along the seascape with diamond like fingers, twisting shine and sparkle to a place that deserved naught. The nights would never bestow the darkness in which the lands had forged its name and reputation and Kirin quite liked it that way. It was unassuming, it was a farce in the face to all those stricken beauty-struck by its wonder. It reflects in silvered-eyes, plays glowing light on lavender skin and beams bright from the sands below. The moon too gives light to a tower of water that propels itself upward, twirling tower-tall and reaching for the sky in a great spire before it filters back to whence it came.
He smiles, twisting his body in the direction of the source, leaping from the ledge to circle upwards into the night sky. Eyes darting into the sand-covered walkways and soon his body follows to glide gently downward, stepping softly against the giving surface as he lands before her. Capture.” The name flows like a memory from his whiskey lips, wings tucking to his sides before he would make to breach her space. Just a nibble of salt-washed skin to great her, his own exhale of breath finding her nose before he speaks again.
“You’ve been practicing, I am glad. Have you missed me?” He wonders, bringing a single wing from his side to slide gently over her form as he asks. “I want another night with you Capture, to restore to you what we’ve lost before.” Of course he meant their first child, where the little thing had managed to wander off to he wouldn’t know, it was simply gone, vanished. There was little hope of survival, too many ledges, an endless bay of water, all manner of sea-predators at its disposal. It was best not to think too hard on it so he didn’t, he moved on certain they could try again and do better.
He was ever gentle to her, far more tender a lover than his otherwise dubious actions in the forest or the women that were simply toys to him. There was less blood for instance, if any at all, no tears to be shed against the gentle sway of their bodies. Kirin held few of the mares in such high regard but the jade and silver girl should never fear treatment as a ragdoll, she was special and she was his.
Kirin
son of Khaos