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When Boning leads to Boning [Bone clearing] - Graasvoel - 01-15-2017 fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture.
Massive wings spread slightly—unable to fully extend in the small clearing where he had found a good chunk of vines and bones. Many had amassed around the Rotunda’s ruined pillars, and the giant vulture had found himself more in the way of other’s cleaning, rather than actually being useful in the cleanly escapades. He had hoped that the elegant, shapely (but slender) woman from the gather would follow him… But the heavy-boned pegasus had wandered off a ways from the ruins, sharp raptor gaze sweeping the thin layer of sticky, resilient snow that hid from the warming weather beneath the thick, gnarled branches that surrounded the Rotunda. Hot irises searched for all the things Kis had said to clean: vines, branches, bones. There had been plenty of bones in the vulture’s life. It was the way of the harsh, plateau life—it was also the way of the man. Though there had (sadly) been a lack of boning since he had come across Helovia’s magical borders. Pale ears tilt back as a particularly strong sweep of his massive, feathered hoof splintered an old, faded skull he was corralling into a pile of other bones. It had been… frustrating for the gargantuan beast. “Blerrie,” was his gruff grumble as a few sharp shards of the old skull managed to dart through the thick, knotted feathers of his legs and cut his pastern. A breath pushed out of his nostrils as he immediately picked up his now-injured leg; a few, small rivulets of blood bright red against the dark tips of his hoof. And, being the great man that he was, he clenched his teeth and narrowed his eyes in pain at the small cut. A snort pushed out his nostrils, “Blasted bones.” Ears pinned against his wild mane. Alone, without the company of a woman, and injured. What a day this was becoming. Blerrie = damn graasvoel @Najya LET'S DO THIS THANG RE: When Boning leads to Boning [Bone clearing] - Najya - 01-15-2017 "HOPING ONE DAY YOU'LL MAKE A DREAM LAST Najya wanted to throw herself into the task, she wanted to clean and to purge and to help heal this place. However her own reservations kept her from truly dedicating herself to the task. A’mal, who had not seen the Gods of the Rift descend and wreak havok upon these lands, had no issue with the task and was busy ferrying the bones that both she and her bond mate had gathered from their pile to a pile much nearer to where Kisamoa had beckoned them to come. As she made her trips back and forth, the dragon took stock of the progress of others - watching warily to make sure her pile grew just as steadily as those of the others. N A J Y A RE: When Boning leads to Boning [Bone clearing] - Graasvoel - 01-16-2017 fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture. The night of the demon-esque ram and the candy that had littered his mane and tail (—it had taken nearly the entire remaining Orangemoon to rid himself of the stick candies, so tangled were they in his messy locks) floods his mind the moment the quiet, feminine voice filtered into the clearing, “Let me see that.” His starkly white face whipped towards the petite, slender, white-speckled woman, a roguish grin crossed over the pained grimace of his muzzle. Hot eyes leave their generous admiration of the woman’s light, elegant to dart at the white dragon that accompanied her. His dark brows raise slightly, questioningly, at the winged reptile—as if to ask ’who is this?’— before his attention wholly returned to Nayja. At her murmur, his gaze left the soft, svelte curve of her white-specked neck to meet the warm hazel of her glance. “My lovely Lady Najya, do forgive me. Your beauty stole my manners,” he grinned and winked in playful flirtation, “I am Graasvoel, but all call me Gaal.” “Would you like me to take care of that for you?” Her offer caught him off guard for a moment, heat pooling beneath his barrel—but then his bright, sharp red-and-yellow gaze followed hers to the dribbling blood (whose sting was truthfully more annoyance than pain; but Gaal was never one to pass up an opportunity). A wicked response of what he’d like the deep russet, velvet-coated woman to take care nearly left his lips—but instead, he simply nodded his heavy, bearded head, “I’d like that quite a bit,” was his deep, rough, warm reply. Though the clearing was small—especially given his bulk— the vulture didn’t quite shift to it’s outer limit; instead keeping both he and the hot-blooded beauty in close quarters. Off-handedly, a hind hoof kicked a stick towards his (slowly growing) pile. graasvoel @Najya RE: When Boning leads to Boning [Bone clearing] - Najya - 01-16-2017 "HOPING ONE DAY YOU'LL MAKE A DREAM LAST The little mare felt emboldened around this not so unfamiliar stranger. Najya had never been shy, per se, perhaps always toeing the line between introvert and extrovert. Her thirst for stories always drove her into the lives of others, but all too often she found herself lost in such stories as a child. It was a challenge for her here in Helovia - finding balance - but she found that things were getting easier in time. N A J Y A @Graasvoel -kicks naj- y u no flirt RE: When Boning leads to Boning [Bone clearing] - Graasvoel - 01-22-2017 fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture.
The vulture’s hot gaze did not miss the flush that crept into the delicate, thin skin of the Physician’s cheeks at his compliment. His roguish grin grew at the sight—though his raptor gaze switched from her cheeks to her lips as she tested his name on them. He nodded slightly, approving of her pronunciation of his foreign nickname (or, perhaps more aptly, approving the sound of his name on her tongue). And, at her next words and wink (the stallion counted his blessings, he liked witty, bold women), a rough chuckle escaped his thick throat, “You’re right, lovely Najya. You are no thief. A thief steals things not willingly given. You need but flutter those beautiful eyes and I am sure any man would give you whatever you desire,” and any other banter he may be followed was quickly cut off by her sudden approach. His thick skull tilted slightly, caught slightly off-guard at no longer being the instigator. His grin became nonplussed, his eyes questioning as they swept over the soft curves of her body—her actions spoke of a brazen women. But her face—his sharp but confused gaze flicked back to the sculpted, russet expression. Those lovely hazel eyes were neither lusty nor bold. They were quiet, hesitant; only confident as she made quick work of the scrapes at his fetlock. “I am in your debt,” was his gruff response; and though he placed his thickly feathered hoof on the ground to test her healing, his gaze did not leave hers. “Good as new,” was his approval of his no-longer-injured leg. Gently, his hot muzzle reached to softly press against her withers, a tactile show of gratitude, should she allow it. And then, as they both lingered in the clearing, he spoke again, “Tell me, Najya, what talents do you have, besides healing?” The question hung in the small clearing’s air on his husky voice. graasvoel @Najya RE: When Boning leads to Boning [Bone clearing] - Najya - 01-25-2017 "HOPING ONE DAY YOU'LL MAKE A DREAM LAST Najya once considered herself to be a good reader of people and their intentions. Now, in this moment, she felt she was struggling to keep her head above water. Why did she find him so difficult to read. She could feel his gaze on her and it took her a few moments before she again lifted her eyes to meet his his. Questions blossomed in her mind, but did not find their way to her lips. However his questions of her rang loudly in her curled ears. N A J Y A @Graasvoel RE: When Boning leads to Boning [Bone clearing] - Graasvoel - 02-04-2017 fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture.
The Vulture didn’t—couldn’t—miss the sudden stillness in Najya’s hot skin beneath his muzzle; nor could he miss the soft silkiness of her coat against his lips as they brushed at her withers. Heated, red-yellow eyes glance in the direction of her delicately curved ears and sculpted throat, questioning and curious. She allowed this touch, would she allow… others? So his muzzle lingered, a rouge grin curving up his dark lips as she answered his question with a mischievous, coy one of her own. “A woman of mystery, eh?” His mildly plateau-accented voice question, purposefully allowing his lips to brush against her russet skin—should she allow him to remain close to her.“I’ve always enjoyed a little intrigue,” his rough voice carefully stressed the words, ladening them with meaning beyond their syllables. And then his grin grew, massive body beginning to shift as she asked after his talents. Subtly, slowly, his muzzle began to move from its place at her withers to travel gently along her spine. Every so often, his hot gaze would leave their appreciation for the soft curves of her russet skin to glance towards her face, both ensuring that his motions were accepted and checking to see if they were appreciated. “I could tell you,” was his quiet, murmured reply,“But I’m better with actions than with words,” and his muzzle finally reached the destination of her haunches—where he placed a gentle, teasing nip. graasvoel @Najya RE: When Boning leads to Boning [Bone clearing] - Najya - 02-06-2017 "HOPING ONE DAY YOU'LL MAKE A DREAM LAST She was playing with fire and she knew it. But for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to back away from the flames. The cautious woman, afraid of being burned for so long, was drawn to the warmth. N A J Y A @Graasvoel |