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that rush, that feeling - Ivezho - 12-30-2015
Ivezho
Blood rushed through his veins, much like his body rushed over the lands below him. Wings cupped the air as if the wind were their lover, feathers dancing and tilting as the rhythm of wingbeats slowly increased. The stallion knew not where he flew - there was so much to look at, so much to explore and discover. How could he hope to see it all, learn it all? He wasn't an explorer, nor a discoverer of new things - he was Ivezho, a beast never meant to leave his home. But left his home he did, upon the same wings that brought him to these fields that touched the sky, and though he wanted to feel regret for his actions - he found himself living for the first time instead. It didn't mean he would never return - it just meant that he wasn't ready yet. He wanted to be selfish, to live and learn and discover without feeling the need to explain himself to anyone - to his father, his mother, his brother, and probably the island full of siblings the Throat contained now as well. He wanted to be free from it all, if only for a little while - and yet he knew he shouldn't.. But the guilt wasn't enough. He didn't feel homesick, he didn't feel the urge to return to the sandy plains - yet. Somehow he always knew he would return, for it was his home. Ivezho glanced with emerald pools to the south as he landed atop this mountainous range, and he sighed - he would return there, just not yet. @Mordecai veerdesigns | larfsalot on deviantart RE: that rush, that feeling - Mordecai - 01-14-2016
@Ivezho RE: that rush, that feeling - Ivezho - 01-16-2016
Ivezho
The rising dawn tugged at his vision, pulling his attention to the east, to the brilliant colours dancing across the sky and the fiery orb that rose on the horizon. Ivezho seemed to draw in the Sun's light, his own glow seemingly increasing, a beacon of fire and light and purity - a stark reminder of the home he had left behind. Look at you, he recalled Ranjiri's words, you belong there, she had said, and he ground his teeth at the memory. It annoyed him, that he should be so 'blessed' with the Sun Lord's magic, that his friend thought that should be enough of a reason for him to go home, to be satisfied with his lot. He wasn't satisfied. He wasn't homesick for the sandy basin of his home, the fresh waters of the oasis nor the salty air that rolled in off the ocean that surrounded his home. He just wanted to be, to exist, as he was, without restriction or chains dragging him home. If only he could realise that it was those chains he yearned for, for they would have brought him a sense of belonging, a security blanket to hold and cherish.. Alas, he was decidedly not interested in returning home, not yet - not ever? He huffed at the thought of never returning, letting the feeling, the idea of it, wash over him, even as he knew he would return one day. When? Whenever I want, he bit back at his own thoughts, ears twirling atop his crown as he mulled and chewed on everything. So embroiled in his own inner monologue was he that he neglected to notice the presence of another, not until the sun in its entirety was free of the eastern horizon, beginning its lazy ascent up and over the heavens that were slowly turning bright hues of blue and white. Even then, it was his eyes aching from the prolonged squinting at the horizon that caused him to turn away, to shake his crown as if shaking the image of the Sun from it, and realise that he was not alone. She was a raven, stark in her blackness, except for the paleness of her tail. The young stallion raised a 'brow in interest, wondering what she was doing here, who she was - why is she looking at me? He murmured a low call, a greeting, both an invitation for her to approach him and a request to see how she might react if he were to approach her. @Mordecai veerdesigns | larfsalot on deviantart RE: that rush, that feeling - Mordecai - 01-21-2016
@Ivezho RE: that rush, that feeling - Ivezho - 01-22-2016
Ivezho
The rising dawn illuminated the belle in a most enchanting way - Ivezho thought he saw tracings of stripes scrawl their way down her withers and flanks, but then again it could have been the trick of the light, an illusion, a fantasy. As her dark lips uttered words he so very easily understood, his ears pricked higher, surprise lightening his face as he considered the implications of her knowledge of the Dothraki tongue. It thrilled him, actually, to meet another of who knew of the native tongue of his father - Ivezho was fluent, naturally, his mother being a linguist and his father being a khal in all aspects of the word. He smiled as the young mare translated her words, before replying with smooth efficiency; "Ivezho anha hakelat," Ivezho is my name, "fin hash yer?" He repeated her own question back at her, his curiosity piqued, his interest hooked. She came near him, and he welcomed the closeness, happily investigating her with all of his senses that she would allow - he drank her appearance with his emerald eyes, he swallowed her scent into his lungs and explored what history her personal musk could tell him - he even reached out with his velvet maw to try his chances at brushing her cheek with a gentle, yet firm caress, in greeting, and polite investigation. "Anha yol she qile ki shekh akka qeshah," I was born in the land of sun and sand, "vosma arrek anha…" but then I… He paused, wondering how much he should tell - how much did she truly want to know? They were perfect strangers, perfect strangers except she was almost definitely from the Throat, and she somehow knew that he was from there too - he was the pale version of his brother, after all, and his frame did mimic the mighty Gaucho's too. "Anha lei," he concluded simply, succinctly, wondering if it would satisfy this certainly compelling femme. I became lost. @Mordecai veerdesigns | larfsalot on deviantart RE: that rush, that feeling - Mordecai - 01-22-2016
@Ivezho RE: that rush, that feeling - Ivezho - 01-23-2016
Ivezho
Mordecai, she called herself, and immediately he ran it through his mind, trying to find its root, its meaning; his mother had imprinted upon him languages from across all the realms of Loorien. Her name was spoken in a tongue he hadn't touched on much, but from what he could recall, he saw a warrior; it was a powerful name, its meaning was deep and many layered. Warrior was but one way to define it; there were histories, stories associated with it. And what was there to his own name? Beast, there was nothing great or strong in his name, nothing but what he saw as dark connotations. Beast, like he was something mindless, something soulless, something worthless. And yet his brother, Rhoa, whose name shared the same meaning, had resolved to live a purposeful life, a life where he certainly wasn't worthless; why was it that Ivezho felt so this way? The tension his proposed touch caused through the mare was obvious, yet he didn't waver or hesitate in his attempt, and smiled against the mare's cheek as she did allow it. Ivezho was a creature of touch and feel as much as he was one for speaking and weaving words and learning all that there was to gleam from this life (something which he was admittedly poor at too). Why she wanted to know who his mother and father were irked him a bit, but he was too swept away with speaking to someone who knew such an uncommon tongue that he relented - and he prayed he would not regret revealing the bloodlines that flowed through his veins, he prayed that she would not treat him any differently, that she would still allow his touch, as he gently made to move his maw down her nape with whisper-light caresses, pausing to rest near her withers. "Khal Wildfire anna ave, Khaleesi Transcended anna mai," King Wildfire is my father, Queen Transcended is my mother. Her next question caused him to think a bit more, his brow furrowed in thought and his words were chosen with delicate care. "Anha nesat jin akka," I know the way, he says, allowing a smile to curl his lips as he echoes her last sentiments back to her, "vosma Anha zin vo hethkat elat." @Mordecai veerdesigns | larfsalot on deviantart RE: that rush, that feeling - Mordecai - 01-24-2016
@Ivezho RE: that rush, that feeling - Ivezho - 01-25-2016
Ivezho
The mare was primal, ancient and direct with her actions, her behaviour. Her presence called to a similar creature within Ivezho - to the beast who lived and breathed in a very physical world, a world where only body language was sung, lived, enjoyed. She didn't balk at the beast's touches, though perhaps she shivered - if she were human, maybe gooseflesh would raise small bumps on her skin - either way, the beast continued, and Ivezho mentally stood aside, merely an observer of the actions his body instinctually performed. Lips began, with small circles traced in her dark (striped?) pelt, and then teeth slipped through, making the massage firmer, working into whatever areas she proffered, whatever place desired the soothing itch-relief they could give. He liked the taste of her; feminine, wild and- she tasted like home, like sand and heat and sun, like spars and family and- She spoke again, commenting most aptly on the ascended flame that was Ivezho's father. The beast grunted, a deep groan resonating in his chest, a lion's purr of agreement - he would almost agree to anythng right now. The number of siblings Ivezho had was mentioned, at least in the capacity to say that said number was large - and again Ivezho gave a low, guttural acknowledgement. "Anha zin ki mae atakiyol rizh," I am of the firstborn sons, he murmured with his deep, rough tones, the tongue they had chosen to speak in encouraging the beast within him to consume him entirely, completely. He was surprised to hear that she descended from a Khaleesi herself, but he did not hesitate in his motions or his words (and he prayed that she would have told him if she were his sister), for he hated when others treated him differently once they knew the blood that writhed through his veins also belonged to the Wildfire, and so he endeavoured to take this mare based on what she was offering him, on who she was rather than the bloodlines that created her. "Sek," he said when she spoke of freedom, "seris," he repeated emphatically, leaning into the touch she made against his own shoulder, happily closing the few breaths of air that remained between them. He lipped and tugged at the strands of mane that lingered, windswept and unkempt at her withers, enjoying their texture, their taste, before offering to her, "tikh seris ma anna" - (be free with me) - "akka fin disse ha asshekh" - (even if only for today). @Mordecai veerdesigns | larfsalot on deviantart RE: that rush, that feeling - Mordecai - 01-25-2016
@Ivezho RE: that rush, that feeling - Ivezho - 01-26-2016
Ivezho
Freedom - what was it? And how did one obtain it, and hold onto it? Freedom was an ideal, a state of mind, was it something that any one person could give another, or was it something you had to take for yourself? Ivezho thought about it - about the freedom he claimed to have - did he really have it at all? Freedom of choice was one thing, but true, real, tangible freedom? What even was that? He was tugged away from the potentially too deep and meaningful thoughts of freedom and liberty by the insistent caresses, the pressure of her maw against his shoulder, the taste of her on his own tongue and within his own nostrils - Ivezho had been this near to one other before, but he had restrained himself, for his other party that time had not wanted the nearness to linger too long, and so Ivezho had restrained the beast within, the creature that lived on instincts and primordial urges and desires. With every word she spoke, she abolished what restraints Ivezho still held over that beast, that creature of primitive, primal drives. It broke free - and Ivezho stored away another meaning for freedom in his mind. Mordecai lifted her tiara, seeking his gaze out, and he leaned his larger, masculine crown toward her own to hold that gaze, his eyes a deeper green than they ever had been, filled with the lust, the desire that she had awoken him. Was this freedom? Could he give it to her? Or was she giving it to him? He heard her, the command she gave him, the permission, and Ivezho could not hold back, could not contain the beast. Heat ran through him, as his wings lifted high - even in the daylight, he glowed, he shone, a beacon filled with light and life, a Sun in his own right. He began by extending his maw to her own, lipping at her whiskery lips, moving along the refined edges of her mandible to lick at her cheek - he wanted to taste every part of her, to discover and know everything that she was. He moved near her ear then, before tracking down the jugular curve of her nape, coming to her chest, her pectorals. They were taut and plump, and he lipped at them for a moment, before pressing his own chest against them, and slinging his crown over her withers - he held her, none too gently either. He was Ivezho now, the beast their shared language spoke of, not the polite boy raised with good manners and shy smiles - no, that boy was free now, free to explore, to grow, to live. He held her, and felt the rush of blood accelerate his own heart, he felt his muscle pounding within his chest and knew that she could feel it too. She wasn't short, but he was taller, and he stretched his glowing wings around her in an embrace too - his maw working across her back while he did so. She was different to the last mare he had done this to - but then, Eldala had shackled him, she had paused the heat that flowed through his veins (and he had let her), but Mordecai, she was different she unclipped the leash and collar and then threw them away. She invited him, and he was all too happy to take that invitation. Somehow, he had moved down to her flank, lipping at the sensitive flesh there, (and welcoming the gesture if she so desired to return it with a rush of heat to whichever area she might caress). Every now and then his teeth placed a scraping bite upon her - he wanted her to feel the heat, the pain of the lust he was feeling. He wanted her to taste what he had to give her (and he wanted to taste all of her, too). His motions never ceased, continually he inched closer and closer to where the beast within wanted to be - but he had to know, to see if she truly wanted what he had to offer, if this was the freedom she wanted. The heat grew within him, the desire, the lust, and Ivezho didn't know if he could put that restraint back on it for long - with his shoulder near her hip, he teased at the dock of her tail with his lips… @Mordecai veerdesigns | larfsalot on deviantart RE: that rush, that feeling - Mordecai - 01-26-2016
@Ivezho RE: that rush, that feeling - Ivezho - 01-29-2016
Ivezho
It was an intense, fierce collections of moments, each one as vivid as the last, each one profound, exquisite, extraordinary. Each touch lit a new flame on his senses, each bite was returned by his own lips, his teeth scraping at her skin, his tongue leaving marks as it tasted her sweat, her musk, her. It engulfed him, the flames of their desire, their lust, and he was consumed, wholly and completely - he glowed, a beacon upon heaven's mountaintop, a stallion in all senses of the word, a boy yearning to recognise his manhood, a beast ready to take it, to claim it. It was deep and guttural, the echo that rumbled through his barrel and croaked through his gullet. It was sensual, as she pressed herself close to him - did flames dance between their frames, or was it just desire? It was torturous, the waiting, the decision (and he was so close, so close to relinquishing control altogether, to succumbing to the beast and just taking her, for he didn't know if he could contain it any longer, he was so close, so close..) And then he felt the pale strands of her tail splash against him, he smelt her wholly, completely, and he relinquished that control. It was instinctual, the urge to rise and embrace her hips with his fores, the desire to spread his wings over hers and clamp then down to her side. His teeth reached out, aiming to bite and hold firmly the maned base of her neck. Ivezho wasn't going to douse the flames of desire that was raging between them. He was going to turn it into an inferno. @Mordecai veerdesigns | larfsalot on deviantart RE: that rush, that feeling - Mordecai - 02-02-2016
@Ivezho RE: that rush, that feeling - Ivezho - 02-06-2016
Ivezho
Ivezho felt tired but energised at the same time, he felt like he had gone for a long fly, or sparred, but it was different than all that, it was more - he felt alive. He liked it. Sweat darkened both their hides, and he lingered by her side, quietly enjoying her company - making mental notes of all the bits and pieces of her that he couldn't see before. There were stripes on her back, dripping down both of her sides, faded brindle markings that seemed to blend into her. He noticed it, just as he noticed the curve of her hips, the happy fatigue that seemed to quiet her down, the way they simply existed together. He was content - though, if she wanted to stroke the flames of desire within him again, he wouldn't deny her. So that's freedom? she asked, and he huffed a small laugh, moving his crown to reach for her mane and lip at it playfully. "Jin akkate ki seris," a kind of freedom, he agreed with his deep tones crafted around the mother tongue of his father's lands. He wondered how she knew it, how she seemed so comfortable in its rough edges - how she seemed to embody the very language with her simple yet elegant appearance. A quiet power seemed to emanate from her, and it reminded him of home, of family and friendship. For the first time in a long time, Ivezho felt connected to another - not necessarily in a loving, doting sort of way, but more of a familiar, friendly, comradery way. She mentioned the Throat, and he hummed a low "Sek" in reply. To her last comment, he grinned, and shrugged his shoulder against her own. "Anha tikh allayafi rek," I would like that. And finally, the idea of going home seemed wholly more appealing. @Mordecai Happy to let this thread fade to black - we should have another when he's back in the Throat ^^ veerdesigns | larfsalot on deviantart |