11-25-2020, 12:29 PM
Molech
There is some truth in his solemnity, though it crosses his face for far more deadly reasons than to merely be pitied. Those with the gentlest of hearts flutter to it without a thought, drawn to that sadness etched onto his handsome face, dreaming of pressing away all those hard edges and dark shadow that trace him. He is a monster (and perhaps that is something they can see but choose to ignore), but only because no one has ever taught him any different and the idea of being the one to fix him - isn’t that just, perfection? It’s a thought process he had listened to once or twice as he trapezes around the forest, searching the pines for the tender girls who are easily plucked, like a flower from a garden.
“That’s a blessing, then,” he replies gently, his golden lips upturning into a smile. His slender legs bring him forward, jarring white etched with gold at the knees, unable to keep his distance and finding that their casual conversation is warm enough to do so without scaring her away. “What kind of creatures?” He asks this with a soft rise of his brows, infiltrating her mind once again to prod and pry - what did she think of him?
There is no fear that lies in the forefront and that puts Molech at ease.
She looks away from him and he frowns, pausing his steps towards her. His tri-colored wings fluff seemingly thoughtlessly at his sides but it is only an attempt to cover up the agitation that begins to build up, hot and thrumming in his throat. He clenches his jaw tightly, realizing that convincing her to stay would possibly be more of a struggle than it would be worth. Molech heaves a gentle sigh, smiling as she turns back around to face him.
“Tephra? That’s where the volcano is, right?” He asks so that perhaps her shyness will fade sooner, made comfortable by his voice and the way he is so interested in all things her.
The young stallion takes another step towards her with a curious tilt of his blazed face. “What kind of adventure are you looking for?”
“That’s a blessing, then,” he replies gently, his golden lips upturning into a smile. His slender legs bring him forward, jarring white etched with gold at the knees, unable to keep his distance and finding that their casual conversation is warm enough to do so without scaring her away. “What kind of creatures?” He asks this with a soft rise of his brows, infiltrating her mind once again to prod and pry - what did she think of him?
There is no fear that lies in the forefront and that puts Molech at ease.
She looks away from him and he frowns, pausing his steps towards her. His tri-colored wings fluff seemingly thoughtlessly at his sides but it is only an attempt to cover up the agitation that begins to build up, hot and thrumming in his throat. He clenches his jaw tightly, realizing that convincing her to stay would possibly be more of a struggle than it would be worth. Molech heaves a gentle sigh, smiling as she turns back around to face him.
“Tephra? That’s where the volcano is, right?” He asks so that perhaps her shyness will fade sooner, made comfortable by his voice and the way he is so interested in all things her.
The young stallion takes another step towards her with a curious tilt of his blazed face. “What kind of adventure are you looking for?”
YOUR PRECIOUS LIGHT IS FADING
@[aero]