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Everfrost - Beloved - 07-17-2017
@Dreadnought RE: Everfrost - Dreadnought - 07-19-2017 Wet sand. It was a giant's worst nightmare, but it made a hell of a good workout. Each step he took forced his hooves deeper into the sand, as weight and power kept him moving forward. The gentle sway of his head almost lulled him to sleep, as nothing seemed to catch his focus as he just walked and walked and walked. It was something he had done for over half his life - just walking - and it kept him somewhat sane and relaxed like few other things did. Well, maybe one thing worked better, but he wasn't one to start humping everything that remotely looked like a hole. No. So he walked instead. The pelt kept him somewhat dry and the gentle bumping from Daudir's tip against his hind leg urged him to push on. With an almost lazy look, he scanned the area in front of him, as if he searched for the meaning of life. And he found it. Maybe. He wasn't quite sure of what it was at first, but even in the rain, the smell of the opposite sex still gave a good punch in his nostrils. He picked up speed, going into a trot to keep his mind from playing games and make up stupid stories of who this may be. Then he slows down and finally stops a dozen feet away from her, taking her in with his white gaze. "Are you hurt?" He asked, not allowing an ounce of worry creep into his dark voice. He did not know her and from his brief stay at this place, he had learned not to trust what his eyes saw, but rather what his heart felt. And regarding this - it was oddly calm. @Beloved RE: Everfrost - Beloved - 07-20-2017
RE: Everfrost - Dreadnought - 07-21-2017 Luck. It was not something he usually possessed or even wanted, as it took away from the pleasure of gaining something for himself from hard work only. He relied little on it, barely noticed when it knocked on his door, but after being swallowed and spat out into this strange place, he had found it had trailed behind him like a stray dog. Just by appearing exactly when he had, he found opportunities he would have missed, had he been somewhere else. Or maybe it had nothing to do with him or what he looked like. Maybe it was his sex that made the difference. The sizzling of his horns are constant like the sound of crashing waves against a stony beach while he keeps his focus on her. She was not someone who possessed unmatched beauty in his eyes, but few did, so it mattered not. She was still pleasing to look at, her mannerism almost bordered to seductive. Or maybe it had already crossed that line. He was not the best at telling what the female mind wanted, unless they told him straight forward. But he did know better than to let this chance go by unanswered. So he did not wait. With an easy movement of his head, he opened the clasp of the medallion with his lips, letting the hide and sword slide down onto the wet ground. Being free of the restraints of another's skin, he dared to step closer to her. "We are all cursed." He said as he dipped his head low enough to diminish the distance between their flesh, only letting a few inches remain. "I am always cold. But for you, I shall make you warm." RE: Everfrost - Beloved - 07-21-2017
RE: Everfrost - Dreadnought - 07-23-2017 There was some that was born to please, either others or themselves, but in the long run, that mattered little. It was just details, like how some tossed their tails in a certain manner to throw their scent around or walking with clouded, dreamy gaze. Being one of those who did not know shit about the art of flirting, he secretly reveled in her skill of shutting his brain completely off, making him forget about everything that mattered. It became hard to stand still, to control himself, with giggles following tempting words. When it got replaced by playful nibbling, he did not shy away from the intoxicating sting she left on his skin. He met it with a deep chuckle as he went for a taste of her skin as well, just as she passed his big frame. "I do not know the meaning of gentle nor how to be it." It was a bad attempt at flirting, but at this stage, it didn't matter much. They were way past the point where one could chicken out and leave the other to ponder just what went wrong and why. If she went, he would follow, be it so into the depths of the blackest ocean. He held back the spontaneous side of himself, always, but now the bars began to crack and give in, allowing him to act without further thoughts of the aftermath. It was done then. Just a few words, a swing of a hip and look that would set even the coldest of hearts aflame, was all that was needed to make his thoughts pointless and futile. He went for her with one single goal in mind - he would show her what it meant entice a beast. -FADE TO BLACK- |