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[OPEN] The yearn of Beauty [Any]

Reginald Posts: 165
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Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None & Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None M.E.
#12

Some say you're trouble, boy Just because you like to destroy All the things that bring the idiots joy Well, what's wrong with a little destruction?


[WOW I'm sorry it took so long for this response! This will be my last post in this thread, at any rate.]

She squeals; he watches her stumble from his blow, watches the spindly legs wobble as they strive to bring balance to the fragile body. It is an ugly snarl that sits on his face. His eyes watch her greedily, careless and vulgar in their scrutiny of her struggle. They are blocks of flint striking against the timber; they spark; they spit their flame of hatred.

It rises within like bile, and it is unbearable. It’s a torrent of acidic flame, and he feels his pulse quicken, his lungs burst with the strain of his own desire to strike into her once more, to pound her into water and dust, to mold her into the mud that her pelt resembles so closely. He doesn’t quite understand this hatred—but then he realizes the folly in the idea of it being hate. The truth presents itself to him in a glorious stroke of inspiration: it is not hate with which he desires to destroy the filly. It is a burning desire for conquest. He aches to lord over this nameless mite of dust, and what an infuriatingly feeble charge she would make! The only other available action would be to kill her, and be rid of her useless bones.

His thoughts race passed him. His desires emerge in a body that can’t contain them; he feels a pant pull at the back of his throat. He feels a wobble in the pit of his knee. The lesson of his rage plummets into place in the midst of his rising passion: it does not do well to loose himself in anger. It makes him stupid—it makes him weak. The darkling colt decides it is time for him to quite this place of secluded passions and intimacy; he has become intimate indeed with a filly he does not even know, and he is done with her now.

He leaves her, turning his back on her quivering gaze, uncaring, snorting through his nose as he masks the racing beat of his heart, the tremble in his gait. He becomes angrier with every step, but he masters it; he leaves behind his passion in the mirror-like pool, where it belongs. He is stone.


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Messages In This Thread
The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Cypress - 11-12-2013, 03:12 AM
RE: The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Reginald - 11-13-2013, 10:23 AM
RE: The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Cypress - 11-14-2013, 08:21 PM
RE: The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Reginald - 11-17-2013, 01:55 AM
RE: The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Cypress - 11-17-2013, 06:26 AM
RE: The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Reginald - 11-17-2013, 02:25 PM
RE: The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Cypress - 11-18-2013, 04:54 AM
RE: The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Reginald - 11-19-2013, 02:52 PM
RE: The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Cypress - 11-19-2013, 05:29 PM
RE: The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Reginald - 11-26-2013, 03:04 PM
RE: The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Cypress - 11-26-2013, 08:14 PM
RE: The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Reginald - 12-21-2013, 08:20 PM
RE: The yearn of Beauty [Any] - by Cypress - 12-24-2013, 11:27 AM

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