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RE: silence like a cancer grows - Anonymous - 09-02-2017
The wraith didn't even flinch as the blade crossed his cheek. Anonymous found himself admiring that staunch resilience as he waited for the reply. It was strange though, out of place. Someone who resisted pain was either immune to it altogether, or at least showed signs of feeling it, the effort to resist and remain calm. The brute did not reveal any of these qualities. His gold and turquoise began to roam the lines of the other's body, the golden and ragged mane and tail, when the wraith began to chuckle. It is a cold, unfeeling laugh, cut off abruptly by a single word. "Only." It's not a word, it's a name. Amusement dances in Anon's eyes, but he neither smiles nor laughs. He is in no position to tease about names, after all, he chose to call himself "Anonymous." It seemed fitting, but that did not make it any less strange. The bay considers Only's request to finish the introduction. Should he gift the wraith with his name? He hesitates a moment before making his decision. "I am Emrys." The name of a childhood friend. Perhaps someday he will reveal his identity to Only, but not when he is such a stranger still. Only, the cocky bastard, begins chuckling, then outright laughing. Glee dances in those emerald eyes. Such a strange creature this one was. He jerked his head toward the east. "I thought you were looking for the Rapax. What keeps you planted here, gawking at me?" A cold drawl, contrasting from the heat of the moment just before. Then a mischevious glimmer appears in those dual-colored eyes. "Perhaps you just can't stand to leave me? I know I'm a handsome bastard." Gods strike him down, he could be so full of himself sometimes. But Anonymous can't help himself. Teasing this strange stallion is bringing more enjoyment than he expected. |
RE: silence like a cancer grows - Only - 09-03-2017
RE: silence like a cancer grows - Anonymous - 09-03-2017
The skinny beast rolls his shoulder, and as he announces the change of mind he swats his own flanks hard with his tail. He cocks a brow, the corners of his lips quirking up in a barely conceived smile. Emerald eyes meet the turquoise and gold ones. "Don't flatter yourself." He says, taunting. And yet, here you are flattering me. How comical. Only trying to decide what to do with him? 'I am nobody's prey or plaything.' He wants to say, but doesn't, because the wraith continues to speak. And Anonymous was ever the good listener. The energy between them seems to rise - barely noticeable at first, growing with each word that Only speaks, each word that Anonymous doesn't. Would he have licked the blood off his knives? Perhaps. If the moment called to him, but it hadn't. Not this time. Still the thought rings in his head: You don't know this creature. Protect yourself, your identity at all costs. And now Only confesses he wants to spend time with Anonymous. His onyx wings extend smoothly, silently from his body, feathers ruffling as he stretches them, then tucks them back in loosely. The flattery (however suspicious, that thought nagged in his mind) made his blood pound again. He feels it coursing through him, making his nerves tingle with excitement. Is he really so susceptible to flattery? Sure, when he hasn't had a kind word of any sort said to him in so long. Plus there's something about this Only that intrigues him. Still his eyes sparkle, and his ears prick forward, but otherwise he remains still and quiet. Only exposes his throat, and Anonymous sees that he is clearly not the first one to wound the bastard. The scar across the black's throat is not the only one marring his hide. Numerous wounds scar him, even more than Anonymous has hidden over his body. Anon's scars have healed well, having been treated well, and they are faint across his body. "You smell like piñion fires." Not despising the company he keeps? A curious statement. Clearly there's more to this Only than meets the eye. It occurs to me that the one that speaks now is so different than the pathetic wraith that first called out to the assassin hidden among the trees. There's more to him than meets the eye. Something in Anonymous clicks, changes. He takes a step closer, then another, and another. He's close to Only now, so close, and whatever personal bubbles either of them might have had have been lapped over each other. He breathes in the scent of the skinny male. It's pungent, like bloody roses. He extends a wing up and over Only's back, circling him, ending where he's standing at a 45 degree angle from the bleeding head. Anonymous lets a sexy grin spread on his face, and he murmurs. "You would never detest me, not with the.. entertainment.. I could provide you." He wonders, will Only take his words at face value? Or catch the double entendre delivered on a silver platter. |
RE: silence like a cancer grows - Only - 09-04-2017
RE: silence like a cancer grows - Anonymous - 09-06-2017
Only remains still under the feathery touch, and Anonymous wonders if the thrill he feels is felt by the other as well. His eyes sparkle, but his lids are getting heavier with each passing breath. 'Come with me, I know where to go.' Anonymous lets a dark, raw chuckle bubble up his throat. It was unbidden but... not inappropriate or misplaced. There is a tug between the two males, one of power, intelligence, and certainly sexual tension. Where it came from, who knows. One the predator, the other the prey, then it switches. Switches again. Under the cover of darkness, thickening darkness, they are equals. Dark hooves step softly behind Only, following the slightly smaller stallion. They pass beneath the trees, over a ground sprinkled with pine needles. The scent of the woods fills his nostrils and.. that musky scent heavier than before. It ripples through him, the heat in him growing, twisting, burning. His arousal is no secret now, no longer hinted but explicitly displayed. Just as Anonymous realizes that his mind has grown fuzzy, a haze settling on his thoughts, his reflexes... Just then, Only uses his own power to lift a dagger from its sheath, upward to cut across his right cheek, a mirror image of the wound he had given Only. Despite his surprise, his eyes only display hunger, and a chill runs down his spine. The wound is more jagged than the elegant slice that he had delivered earlier. Another chuckle rumbles from his chest. The knife has already fallen to the ground. Anonymous lifts it up with his mind, then, keeping eye contact with those golden-green gems, he smoothly licks his own blood from one side of the dagger. He moves it to Only's unmarred cheek, and finishes wiping the blade there. He returns it safely to its scabbard once more. Butterfingers indeed. He steps forward and puts his darkened lips next to Only's ear, then whispers huskily. "Something tells me, it's only going to get worse." |
RE: silence like a cancer grows - Only - 09-09-2017
Something tells me, it's only going to get worse. "It does." Stephan says with a menacing gleam in his eyes. "It does." It shouldn't be as cold as it is. Or is it hot? The dreams he dreams are of a stranger in black coming to meet him in the dark, it is raining but Only - dreaming - doesn't care. The stranger begins to move toward him and he does not panic, he just waits. The world bends in pitches, colors, and temperatures - it is as if the dream breathes the way Only breathes. Why would it do that? And why does the grass feel like velvet? Why is his head moist? Wake up. Something inside of him stirs. The body in the trunk is not dead but it is alive, very very alive. He drops his shovel as the stranger comes closer - closer... 'Emrys?' Only feels his dream pull away from him at the sound of the stranger's name, a mutual energy exchange is all it takes for him to wake up from a dream that is not his but Stephan's. 'N-' No! He wants to shout in disbelief but sees 'Emrys' beside him. Only's eyes widen in shock as they take in the deep black of the stallion's face curled in, the runes are his only clue to know that he himself must have never left the creek to go back home last night. Did I check the Rapax? Did I make it? He doubts it. The dream burns off like late morning smog leaving Only with the short pieces he knows but he is sure he knows enough by the way his body aches all over. The taste of blood is sweet on his tongue, still fresh and he realizes it comes from a split lip. A fight? Perhaps. He goes to pull up as quietly as he can but meets resistance. Grudgingly, Only feels his ears curl inward as he noses into the runes on Emrys's neck, he does not understand why he inhales the wild fire smell on the man with such reverie. Its when his own skin crawls remembering pleasure that Only's stomach lurches with the anxiety. He has to be free, he has to find the Rapax! "Emrys - Emrys, get up. You are on my tail."
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@Anonymous Sorry this isn't my usual kind of response. Only woke up instead of Stephan. :x
RE: silence like a cancer grows - Anonymous - 09-10-2017
It felt good, their bodies together. Some parts of the memory are blurred, some parts in vivid detail. The explicit details -- those are burned in his mind. He feels no guilt, no sense of the unnatural, of sin. Some part of the "find a princess, marry her, rule the kingdom" routine was not properly drilled into his mind. Bodies exist to serve, to pleasure. Who is on the giving or receiving end matters little. And body is a little sore, tired after their evening together. Just before waking, the thought comes to him as it always does after sex: "was it good for you too?" But what he doesn't want to admit is.. this is his first time with another male. There's no shame, but his mind whirls. He is roused by the press of something velvet to his neck. His dual colored eyes flutter open to see a dark muzzle nudging him, decorated with golden green eyes. He groans, body stiffening as he stretches. The barely smaller stallion, Only, is curled up against his barrel, nosing his nighttime companion awake. 'Emrys- get up! You're on my tail!' Anonymous grunts and rises slowly, lifting himself up to a standing position. The tension between the two stallions has faded, their urges satisfied during the night. The dawn light peeks through the tree tops, shedding rays upon the males. The wickedness that he had seen the night before seems to have faded from Only's eyes. It makes him curious, but perhaps all the boy just needed a good fuck. He puts the thought into the back of his mind, believing it to be irrelevant. He shakes out his neck and head, then stretches again more like a cat this time, his forelegs in front of him. "That was satisfying." His voice is a rough purr, conveying a satiated lust of the beast inside. He extends a dark leg to nudge the back of the wraith. "Maybe we can do it again sometime." He drawls, a smug look coming over his face. He spreads his wings, stepping away now toward the clearing. He is about to leave, the tension clear in his appendages, but he hesitates and looks back over his shoulder. "And the name is.. Anonymous." And then he was gone. |
RE: silence like a cancer grows - sid - 09-15-2017
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