I Hate That I Love You {Kag}

[Kagerus]

Kagerus

{ and in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times }

Frankly, I am glad that I was never romantically inclined during my adolescent years. What curiosity I might have had then was decimated by a particular dream-quest which involved intricate human relations, resulting ultimately in war, chaos, and pain. Thus, for the entirety of my life before the Reckoning, my sole focus stood in the shape of my father Kavi, and in whichever home he decided upon for us; first the Chamber, and then the Jungle.

Standing upon a rocky ridge near the north point of the Cove, I wrack my mind, trying to think of a single time I felt romantically interested in someone until I met Rapt; but not a single name comes to mind. I really did spend my first fifteen years as a prude, emotionally and sexually... Which was a blessing in disguise I suppose, considering the grief sexual relations caused me the first time around. Nope, until I met Solace, I was either a prude or a shit show - luckily we've ironed out the details now, and I could not be more grateful. The less drama the better, especially with this contagion afoot.

Shortly, the sound of stomping hooves alerts me of another's presence. With a quick glance, I catch the site of the familiar Clayton not far off; those green points and addax horns are not ones you often miss. The young stallion seems to be in a bit of a tiff, with ears laid back and tail snapping angrily behind him. For a moment, I consider leaving him be. After all, I know what it's like to need some space; but then I think upon how he and I have never spoken face to face, and that all I know of him has been because of the bits and piece of information that Warlight cares to share with Solace and I.

Intrigued now, I nicker to warn him that I shall indeed be intruding before descending carefully from my rocky ledge to approach. Above, my antlers loom, greater in expanse than his but no less impressive; I think absently about how we share this trait before coming to and settling before the tall creature, nutmeg eyes glimmering as I behold him.

"Hello Clayton," I begin. "How have you been, since the migration? Well, I hope."