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[PRIVATE] A grave dug by a preacher
Ascended Helovian

Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004
Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8
Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE
Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd
#9
It's not hard to live like a ghost.
I just haunt all that I wanted, and leave what I don't.</style>


It was as if the parasite knew what it was doing and had decided to dig and dive deeper into his already wounded brain, fuelling and facilitating the illusion and hallucination.

Gaucho remembered what it felt like to let the girl win when they were children. He expected to hear her begin to gloat and lord it over him as she always did. Would she kick sand in his face? Tease him? Pull his mane and bite at his feathers? Gaucho expected a fair amount of harassment, but suddenly the girl was sidling closer to him in a way that she never had before. His mind was too confused by the fog to really understand, but part of it hesitated for a fraction of a second. Was this a memory, or was this really happening? It couldn't be a memory, for the girl was killed before reaching adulthood, and yet here she was before him ... and so were they ...

...how were they here together?

Her body pressed against his own and suddenly those thoughts disappeared as quickly as dry leaves on a summer breeze. Whatever moments had been stolen were now given back to him. He would not question the motives of whoever was pulling the strings behind this encounter.

"Aena.." He whispered her name, turning his bone-pierced muzzle towards the spine that now trailed easily within his reach. The dun exhaled a tentative breath, suddenly transported back to his more youthful days and the budding affections she had felt for the dark mare, grown hot and unsatisfied under the full moon of his homelands.

And now here they were together again, only instead of teasing him he felt her teeth upon him, and instead of her sarcastic words he felt only her breath against his skin. Gaucho's wings rose slightly to allow her greater access to his heavily muscled body, but also to allow his flaming wings to trail glowing patterns down her coat and curvaceous hips. Of two minds now, for the boyish Gaucho into whose youthful dreams they had apparently fallen, had no experience with mares, whereas the Gaucho in whose body they occupied certainly did. Gaucho of 3 summers would have had no idea how to caress the delicate skin the way that his lips currently were, nor how to press and pull away and just the right moment so as to stimulate the nerves on her hips.

"Have your prize." He said louder now, his lips nipping lightly at the hairs at the base of her tail.

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A grave dug by a preacher - by Gaucho - 07-16-2016, 09:33 PM
RE: A grave dug by a preacher - by Nephele - 07-16-2016, 10:25 PM
RE: A grave dug by a preacher - by Gaucho - 07-16-2016, 10:37 PM
RE: A grave dug by a preacher - by Nephele - 07-16-2016, 11:02 PM
RE: A grave dug by a preacher - by Gaucho - 07-16-2016, 11:22 PM
RE: A grave dug by a preacher - by Nephele - 07-17-2016, 09:31 PM
RE: A grave dug by a preacher - by Gaucho - 07-24-2016, 10:52 AM
RE: A grave dug by a preacher - by Nephele - 07-24-2016, 04:00 PM
RE: A grave dug by a preacher - by Gaucho - 07-25-2016, 03:48 PM

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