07-29-2017, 06:24 PM
CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
& SATISFACTION BROUGHT HIM BACK
"There are worse things than your temper, I am sorry to tell you," he quips warmly, jokingly, to Ellyse though his icy blue eyes remain on their son, lost in the wonder of this new life. Dahmer is surprised, deep down, that he had not known a feeling like this could even exist -- before the moment he had set his gaze upon the bone-armored colt, our black beast had never pictured himself as a father, nor had he wasted an extra moment to appreciate the innocence of youth.
Now, though...
He wonders how his own mother, Desole, been so harsh.
The boy moves closer to him, hesitant and wobbly on his new legs, as Dahmer addresses the stallion draped over Ellyse's neck (which is entirely more PDA than he had ever seen from the champagne mare). The intentions behind his statement had been innocent ones, but the chestnut's growling retort, hidden ears, and his stride closer are enough to put the winged thoroughbred on edge. He exhales slowly, the force of it fluttering his nostrils in a quiet snort. "I am here to spend time with my son. I am not here to partake in a pissing match. I am no threat to you, so you can stop acting as if I am going to steal Ellyse away from this cave forever." His blue eyes remain, hard, on the other stallion for another moment before turning back to Smoak, who has settled his narrow head down across Dahmer's forelegs, both father and son damp against the moist sand beneath their frames.
Pride, love, and awe all return to Dahmer's face. His nerves are forgotten as he arches his neck, gently playing with Smoak's thin forelock and mane, fluttering nostrils appreciating the colt's scent. Ellyse's soft voice falls over them again and Dahmer chuckles, blue eyes turning up to the champagne woman again. "I'd hope so," he muses in response before letting his own eyes close slowly, his inhales synchronizing with Smoak's as the dark waters at Tephra's coast lap lazily behind them.
Now, though...
He wonders how his own mother, Desole, been so harsh.
The boy moves closer to him, hesitant and wobbly on his new legs, as Dahmer addresses the stallion draped over Ellyse's neck (which is entirely more PDA than he had ever seen from the champagne mare). The intentions behind his statement had been innocent ones, but the chestnut's growling retort, hidden ears, and his stride closer are enough to put the winged thoroughbred on edge. He exhales slowly, the force of it fluttering his nostrils in a quiet snort. "I am here to spend time with my son. I am not here to partake in a pissing match. I am no threat to you, so you can stop acting as if I am going to steal Ellyse away from this cave forever." His blue eyes remain, hard, on the other stallion for another moment before turning back to Smoak, who has settled his narrow head down across Dahmer's forelegs, both father and son damp against the moist sand beneath their frames.
Pride, love, and awe all return to Dahmer's face. His nerves are forgotten as he arches his neck, gently playing with Smoak's thin forelock and mane, fluttering nostrils appreciating the colt's scent. Ellyse's soft voice falls over them again and Dahmer chuckles, blue eyes turning up to the champagne woman again. "I'd hope so," he muses in response before letting his own eyes close slowly, his inhales synchronizing with Smoak's as the dark waters at Tephra's coast lap lazily behind them.
Dahmer
@[Ellyse] @[Ledger]