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06-06-2016, 12:05 AM
Nightmares and violent shapes
the state of dreaming
has left me numb
the state of dreaming
has left me numb
Life must laugh at his misfortunes. In the time that he has spent trying to leave the south, rudely ignoring any drawn eyes or voices that happen to carry in his direction, he has been somewhat happy. He is free from the side of his mother and Hobgoblin, far from the drying heat that is now turning his home into a killing place. The desert is becoming an oven, and even the gathering power of the northern winds that howl across the flatlands cannot cool the heat that has gathered in his body.
Chances are it might just be rage as something he cannot forcefully ignore breaks the screaming that he’s grown accustomed to. Kid’s voice.
Teeth grit against one another as he attempts to force a long, heavy sigh from his muscular chest, thrusting it outwards with fresh, growing muscles bursting forth. Behind, his tail hangs and swings with annoyance. His ears refuse to move, because now that his horns are beginning to extend around them from behind(something that he would have never expected), moving them results in the embrace of the two. Something about how cold they feel keeps him away.
Maybe they’re holding his heart.
The emptiness swallows them both like the sea swallows his mother from time to time. In this abyss is he forced to accept that Kid is indeed his brother, brethren, something that emerged from the same pair of testicles as himself as a very different sperm, harbored in a womb that was not his beautiful mother’s until it finally grew tired of him and threw him out. Does Kid’s mother even care for him? The idea of someone caring from something so weak makes him chuckle, and without control, the deep noises roll from his throat and grind along their walls till it breaks the wall built by his jagged teeth.
He is becoming a man, and therefore Apa, no, Volterra would prefer that he act as one. And acting as a man, a true warlord that he is destined to become by his own accord, requires that he acknowledge his lesser, weaker sibling regardless of how it makes him sick.
The stress in his bones and muscles try to release, tail slouching and dipping as he lets forth a long sigh.
“It’s too hot back home. If it’s desolate and hot there and I don’t like the heat, then I’d rather be where it’s desolate and cold.” Moon eyes draw closer to him as the shadow man’s head turns to hisblood mate, paying attention to how the boy’s shadow draws towards his own body as their time together increases. A step is made to break the motion only momentarily.
“And why are you here? Did you not have something better to do with your mentor?” He hasn’t forgotten how Kid has specifically taken the effort to mention their father’s sibling, how apparently ‘close’ the two have found themselves to one another. “Has Nymeria gotten bored of you?” The mental image comes to his mind easily, how Kid’s voice finally overstays it’s welcome, how his chattiness finally throws Nymeria over the edge, giving some sort of insight to the scars littering his body.
"Talk."
Chances are it might just be rage as something he cannot forcefully ignore breaks the screaming that he’s grown accustomed to. Kid’s voice.
Teeth grit against one another as he attempts to force a long, heavy sigh from his muscular chest, thrusting it outwards with fresh, growing muscles bursting forth. Behind, his tail hangs and swings with annoyance. His ears refuse to move, because now that his horns are beginning to extend around them from behind(something that he would have never expected), moving them results in the embrace of the two. Something about how cold they feel keeps him away.
The emptiness swallows them both like the sea swallows his mother from time to time. In this abyss is he forced to accept that Kid is indeed his brother, brethren, something that emerged from the same pair of testicles as himself as a very different sperm, harbored in a womb that was not his beautiful mother’s until it finally grew tired of him and threw him out. Does Kid’s mother even care for him? The idea of someone caring from something so weak makes him chuckle, and without control, the deep noises roll from his throat and grind along their walls till it breaks the wall built by his jagged teeth.
He is becoming a man, and therefore Apa, no, Volterra would prefer that he act as one. And acting as a man, a true warlord that he is destined to become by his own accord, requires that he acknowledge his lesser, weaker sibling regardless of how it makes him sick.
The stress in his bones and muscles try to release, tail slouching and dipping as he lets forth a long sigh.
“It’s too hot back home. If it’s desolate and hot there and I don’t like the heat, then I’d rather be where it’s desolate and cold.” Moon eyes draw closer to him as the shadow man’s head turns to his
“And why are you here? Did you not have something better to do with your mentor?” He hasn’t forgotten how Kid has specifically taken the effort to mention their father’s sibling, how apparently ‘close’ the two have found themselves to one another. “Has Nymeria gotten bored of you?” The mental image comes to his mind easily, how Kid’s voice finally overstays it’s welcome, how his chattiness finally throws Nymeria over the edge, giving some sort of insight to the scars littering his body.
"Talk."
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