01-19-2018, 10:43 PM
there's no religion that could save me
no matter how long my knees are on the floor
i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding
if that'll make it right
It takes next to no time for the Sought One to appear - ever the diligent boarder parole officer - mister 'half dozing.' About the time that Nihlus snaps the clouds into nothingness, he realizes that Brennen has arrived. Slightly shocked at his sudden appearance, the stallion's lips accidentally let a wide, genuinely happy grin slide across them. It felt so good to see a familiar face.
The smile stopped as suddenly as the clouds when he feels it reaching his eyes.
"Well, if this is the best it gets, then I have some concerns." The harsh words don't carry any true weight, but he's not joking, either. Beqanna's change really did irk him - he had been a hermit back in the Tundra, a snow-dweller, a seeker of stability, reliability, and stagnancy. Now, all that had changed, and the best place in the new world was here - the ocean-version of the Deserts.
Gag.
When ice begins sprouting at their hooves, Nihlus visibly relaxes, his ears easing forward and his stiff back slouching. A moan - almost ecstatic, poor Brennen - escapes him, and his eyes close orgasmically. "You literally have no idea how long I've been looking for some goddamn snow."
One eye, sheepish and mischievous, opens. "If you'll excuse me a moment..."
Compressing his being, the stallion shifted quickly into rabbit-form and began rolling around euphorically in the snow. The ice particles clung to his long dark-brown fur and bark-lined paws, and his button nose twitched merrily. Hopping as only over-excited bunnies can, Nihlus spent a whole minute fooling around in the snow, backing up and zooming forward, sliding on his belly between Brennen's legs and seeing how far he could go.
When at last he shifts back into horse-form, his entire body is coated thickly with snow, and the grin is back again: full force.
"Ahh, Brennen, I knew I could count on you." He steps forward, breathing heavily, and bumps his chest into the stallion's. The gesture was the equivalent of a man hug, with the grasped fist and two pats on the back. Despite Brennen's admitted good-lookingness, some part of Nihlus just knew that hitting on him would just be so, so awful. He'd probably frozen in an ice cube and kept on display forever - worse yet, he might be laughed at.
He steps back, still smiling. "So, tell me more about this new Beqanna, and how I fit into it."
The smile stopped as suddenly as the clouds when he feels it reaching his eyes.
"Well, if this is the best it gets, then I have some concerns." The harsh words don't carry any true weight, but he's not joking, either. Beqanna's change really did irk him - he had been a hermit back in the Tundra, a snow-dweller, a seeker of stability, reliability, and stagnancy. Now, all that had changed, and the best place in the new world was here - the ocean-version of the Deserts.
Gag.
When ice begins sprouting at their hooves, Nihlus visibly relaxes, his ears easing forward and his stiff back slouching. A moan - almost ecstatic, poor Brennen - escapes him, and his eyes close orgasmically. "You literally have no idea how long I've been looking for some goddamn snow."
One eye, sheepish and mischievous, opens. "If you'll excuse me a moment..."
Compressing his being, the stallion shifted quickly into rabbit-form and began rolling around euphorically in the snow. The ice particles clung to his long dark-brown fur and bark-lined paws, and his button nose twitched merrily. Hopping as only over-excited bunnies can, Nihlus spent a whole minute fooling around in the snow, backing up and zooming forward, sliding on his belly between Brennen's legs and seeing how far he could go.
When at last he shifts back into horse-form, his entire body is coated thickly with snow, and the grin is back again: full force.
"Ahh, Brennen, I knew I could count on you." He steps forward, breathing heavily, and bumps his chest into the stallion's. The gesture was the equivalent of a man hug, with the grasped fist and two pats on the back. Despite Brennen's admitted good-lookingness, some part of Nihlus just knew that hitting on him would just be so, so awful. He'd probably frozen in an ice cube and kept on display forever - worse yet, he might be laughed at.
He steps back, still smiling. "So, tell me more about this new Beqanna, and how I fit into it."
Nihlus
Every day it will rain
