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06-24-2017, 08:13 PM
To truly understand the beast,
one must meet him,
and unlock that which beats within his glowing chest.
[ ooc: Rated M for mature audiences - swear words and potentially graphic scenes ]
Ivezho didn't know what to do. He had been wandering, he had been fucking, he had been doing everything and anything to get his mind to forget, to let go, to just deal with all the shit that had gone down.
Rhoa was dead.
Gaucho was dead.
He didn't know who else might be dead, but they were enough to justify his absence, surely.
The grullo had been particularly determined in his wanderings, to ensure he came across none that would know him from a previous encounter. He had 'loved' fast and hard, had planted his seed far and wide - though no children in his image ever rose from his efforts (which, really, he thought of as a blessing).
Ivezho had become something of a very sexual creature. The act left him feeling so satisfied, and tired, that afterwards, he always felt better able to deal with the world. And yet, whenever he rose on the next day, he was back to square one - back to not-dealing, to thinking about home, about family, about death and destruction.
But there was one, the one who got away. The one who had been the first to ignite those sensations of lust within him, yet he had held himself back - because he still wasn't one of those stallions, who took things by force. The one who, perhaps, if he 'conquered' her, would help him deal with all of this more permanently.
He couldn't deny that he wanted her, even after only knowing her for a handful of days, weeks. She had become something of an idol to him, even though he had abandoned her when news of his family's demise reached him. He figured she would be angry at him, would hate him, but the intensity of their lust had been so great back then, he wondered if she would accept his company, in all respects of the word.
So he ventured to the Rotunda, a stallion grown, no longer the lanky youth who tripped over his own feet, but a steed whose stench was strong with testosterone and sweat, who exuded nothing but athletic (and sexual) perfection.
It had been a while since he had been here, or within Helovia. But he was back now. For how long?
That all depended on how this night went.
"."
@Eldala
Ivezho didn't know what to do. He had been wandering, he had been fucking, he had been doing everything and anything to get his mind to forget, to let go, to just deal with all the shit that had gone down.
Rhoa was dead.
Gaucho was dead.
He didn't know who else might be dead, but they were enough to justify his absence, surely.
The grullo had been particularly determined in his wanderings, to ensure he came across none that would know him from a previous encounter. He had 'loved' fast and hard, had planted his seed far and wide - though no children in his image ever rose from his efforts (which, really, he thought of as a blessing).
Ivezho had become something of a very sexual creature. The act left him feeling so satisfied, and tired, that afterwards, he always felt better able to deal with the world. And yet, whenever he rose on the next day, he was back to square one - back to not-dealing, to thinking about home, about family, about death and destruction.
But there was one, the one who got away. The one who had been the first to ignite those sensations of lust within him, yet he had held himself back - because he still wasn't one of those stallions, who took things by force. The one who, perhaps, if he 'conquered' her, would help him deal with all of this more permanently.
He couldn't deny that he wanted her, even after only knowing her for a handful of days, weeks. She had become something of an idol to him, even though he had abandoned her when news of his family's demise reached him. He figured she would be angry at him, would hate him, but the intensity of their lust had been so great back then, he wondered if she would accept his company, in all respects of the word.
So he ventured to the Rotunda, a stallion grown, no longer the lanky youth who tripped over his own feet, but a steed whose stench was strong with testosterone and sweat, who exuded nothing but athletic (and sexual) perfection.
It had been a while since he had been here, or within Helovia. But he was back now. For how long?
That all depended on how this night went.
"."
@Eldala
Ivezho
please do not feel pressured into mirroring the length of any of my posts
I write what I feel at the time
and hope everyone else does the same c:
