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Stallion :: Hybrid :: 17.1 hh :: 3 HP: 64 | Buff: NOVICE
Ka'Mate :: Harpy Eagle :: None & Ka'Ora :: Harpy Eagle :: None M.E.
#4
10-25-2014, 09:47 PM

Always it was trees.

He remembers, long ago, a painful winter, a shrunken lung. He remembers the awful, pungent masses intruding upon his home; he recalls the curious boughs of the inexplicable tree, there, and how it had bloomed quite suddenly within his meadowed halls. He remembers the gift it had granted—how useless it had turned out to be, the magic of its protection lost on a boy who never faced the darkness with his eyes. That stupid, childish crown had been discarded, seasons ago; his brow remains unfettered by mocking branches, and he is healthy.

Now he is drawn once more, and always it seems to be a tree. This time, however, it does not bloom in his shadow and piss, to spite his name and his word, his claim upon the world. No, he travels to it, intoxicated and provoked, intrigued and beguiled by the whisper of its fragrance. Now, it seems, is the age for beguiling more than ever. He is affected now; things that he used to ignore now come to the fore of his mind; scents that he used to scorn now hang like vapor clouds about his imagination, insistent, urgent. The scent of his spider-pet has matured into something pleasant and palatable; the scent of the Sunmoon bitch haunts him, taunts him, drives him insane from afar. Passions ignited by the power of incense; his nose wrinkles, his brow furrows, and his eyes burn with hatred and humiliation. He submits to the burn of his desire for this scent, the scent of forbidden fruit, handsome and heavy from the tree. It is not some filly he must bend his knee for; he maintains dignity.

He rears; his horn rustles the leaves and the branches, and surely, something falls from the depths of the bountiful tree. He eats; his teeth work quickly, his tongue tastes the juices. He does not wish to be here long; others will surely come for the fruit, and they always smell putrid.


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P E S K Y - by Random Event - 10-25-2014, 09:01 PM
RE: P E S K Y - by Elsa - 10-25-2014, 09:28 PM
RE: P E S K Y - by Sikeax - 10-25-2014, 09:31 PM
RE: P E S K Y - by Reginald - 10-25-2014, 09:47 PM
RE: P E S K Y - by Abraham - 10-25-2014, 10:21 PM
RE: P E S K Y - by Thranduil - 10-25-2014, 10:36 PM
RE: P E S K Y - by Gull - 10-25-2014, 11:16 PM
RE: P E S K Y - by Random Event - 10-25-2014, 11:31 PM
RE: P E S K Y - by Thor - 10-25-2014, 11:47 PM
RE: P E S K Y - by Elsa - 10-26-2014, 12:19 AM
RE: P E S K Y - by Random Event - 10-26-2014, 02:17 PM
RE: P E S K Y - by Thor - 10-26-2014, 04:52 PM
RE: P E S K Y - by Random Event - 10-26-2014, 05:21 PM
RE: P E S K Y - by Random Event - 11-02-2014, 07:58 PM

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