too much of heaven can hurt like hell

[PRIVATE] too much of heaven can hurt like hell

Arakh Posts: 77

Dragon's Throat Stallion atk: 5 | def: 8 | dam: 7

Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17'2hh :: 2 HP: 66.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Snow

02-13-2017, 03:16 PM

The bird's cackle draws Arakh's attention from the filly, and he glances up at the vulture with pinned ears. "Why jadro laugh?" He gives an imperious flick of his bull-horned head, glaring up at the bird, before looking back to Kiada.

The closer she gets, the more the grullo hybrid begins to feel...things. Things that, by right, he is still too young to feel - he is barely a teenager, let alone a man, even if he does seem to be developing faster than most. He puts that down to Gaucho's ascended blood, blessed by the Sun God himself, but even so. There is just something about this particular filly that summons the first hint of the future lusts that will rampage around him, and he feels an unusual heat beginning to blossom across his body as she examines him like a piece of meat. He finds himself bulking out each well-formed young muscle beneath her gaze, ruffling his wings to display their powerful arms and pristine feathers. In return, he examines her with an almost predatory attentiveness; the sleek fur, the deadly horn, the dancing fire-creatures. Two can play at her game, and competitive young Arakh is not so easily defeated.

Then she turns, and the absence of her body near to him leaves him feeling oddly cold and empty. A small snort leaves his nostrils, but he resists the urge to follow behind her like a lost puppy. She then asks what he can see in her, and he takes a moment to assess her again. Softly he moves closer, circling her like his wolf and deer had, and seeks to touch each part of her body as he mentions it. "Arakh see strong neck, stout legs, good muscles. Elephant King is big man - Kiada grow big too." That velvet muzzle of his retreats from its physical examination of her, and another wicked grin ghosts across his jaws. "But not as big as Arakh."

This time it's him who retreats, stepping through the snow but never letting his gaze leave her. "Kiada is princess...does Kiada not like to get dirty? Does Kiada like to sit in Edge and preen?" Somehow he doubts it, but he's eager to see her reaction - if it is as vociferous as he hopes, then he will approve greatly.