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[OPEN] The yearn of Beauty [Any]

Reginald Posts: 165
Hidden Account atk: 4 | def: 7.5 | dam: 7
Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None & Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None M.E.
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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?

The beauty of the vault is lost on the grey-eyed prince. He doesn’t see it—he doesn’t appreciate it—he doesn’t care. This place is a refuge for lovers, a hidden place where passions and intimacy may converge in secret, to baptize in the waters of mutual affection, of growing need and desire for the one who may have captured your heart. It’s a subtly that’s lost on Reginald, for he is young, and the true stirrings from within will not commence for some years yet.

He wanders regardless. He explores; he discovers. And in his discoveries he’s grown to recognize his body’s strength, for there is strength. Yes. His heart beats a trifle easier; his brain stays cool, the fever of anger rarely touching his thoughts anymore. Anger causes blindness, and now Reginald can see. He likes this; as he walks about, his eyes cast over the dewy trees and the shade of the lover’s cove, a small smile plays about his lips. He’s impressed with himself. For the first time in his rather short life, he likes himself. He is a creature to be adored, and he does adore himself, because look. Watch him walk; watch his powerful shoulders work. See how his mane grows, his tail trail behind him gracefully. Observe his gait; he is losing the gangly amble of a foal, his walk becoming sturdier, balanced. His horn is growing; it’s acquiring a sharper tip, a fiercer gleam in the light. Oh yes—he’s well pleased with himself.

As I should be, he thinks, contempt sweating from his sides as he approaches a mirror-like pool settled in the heart of the grove. As he watches the perfect surface, it breaks; his eyes travel to the source of the disturbance, and recognition follows. He has seen this filly before—this ugly filly that once intruded in his home before. Irritation flares in his breast—but it is tiny compared to the cooling waters of self-satisfaction he feels. His mood is good; he decides not to be angry with her. In fact he approaches, his steps slow and careful, his grey eyes steady and intent on their prey. He will speak with her; he will play with her some. A game of his own. “You,” is his greeting.

"talk talk talk"

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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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