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Helovia Info
Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
Site Wide Plots
Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
Cotm
Character of the Month for
June, 2017
WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
Helovia RPG was created by Tamme and Blu and coded by Tamme also known as Schwartze. All coding, palettes and imagery are copyrighted to the website and are not for use outside of Helovia. Thank you to our ServerMaster for hosting Helovia. A special thanks goes to Neo for all of her coding help and fixing Tamme's errors, Boom, for her loyal service and creation of the Time God, and to Ali for her consistent contributions and dedication.
Of course. She had purposely avoided him for a few days. Even after everything she was still afraid. She didn’t want to be broken. She didn’t want just a friendship. And she’s just too proud to be crushed again. If she just stood here for the rest of time, hiding, there was no chance of breaking. He wouldn’t have the time to break her heart. He could continue to live his life, and she wouldn’t have to know. Ignorance was bliss, although it hurt to think of him with anyone else.
But she was even more ignorant to think she was a singular win. Even if she wanted to be the one and only, that had never been the case. Even before him, to the other him, she had a smoldering feeling that she wasn’t the only one. But she liked to play pretend, like she was the only queen in the castle.
Hell she couldn’t even sleep anymore from all this thinking. She was afraid and in love with him all at once, but that was too soon right? She can’t be in love. Love isn’t possible for her. It’s a feeling that had been ripped from her.
Shit. She stamped a hoof in annoyance, sending a jolt through Edgar who fell from her head with a plop to the ground. Even he knew she was odd lately- but she wouldn’t tell him. Edgar had been effectively locked out. Elsa didn’t even stop to make sure he was okay, she just walked on. Every piece of her body burned, and it was like everything had been yesterday. But that had been a while ago. It just wouldn’t go away. And it hurt, both physically and mentally.
She was shaking from fatigue and anger, desperately trying to pull her mind to a different direction. But she couldn’t help it, she just thought of him, and who he was with, and who he-
”Shut up.” She hissed to herself. Basically she seemed like she was insane, she had taken to talking to herself because Edgar wasn’t there to be her inner voice. Fuck, she couldn’t even say his name. She ground her teeth together, trying to bite back a slew of frustrated, vulgar words. She was distressed, in more than one way.
All she could do was pace quietly, trying to calm herself down. Even her magic began creeping out and she could feel little spots of ice forming on the ground. Not again. She quickly tried to crack it apart with her hoof, to hide the evidence that she was here. Thus far she had been winning this game of hide and seek, but she wasn’t even sure if the other was seeking anymore.
She swallowed a lump in her throat and she finally just let out a frustrated groan. Edgar tried pushing at the block again, but she shoved him back hard. Deep down she knew it hurt him, but right now. She couldn’t handle it. All her muscles kept tensing, and all she could do besides think about him was thinking about beating the shit out of someone. Somehow, that still didn’t happen. ”Fuuuuuuuuuuck.” She finally gave up, leaning her forehead on a tree. How was she going to live through this?
"Morbi vestibulum mollis nibh a varius."
aheeem. @Tembovu wat.
To say he was a prisoner in his own mind was a grievous understatement. The King, despite the incessant pulse of light that came through his new bond, he was trapped in shadowed trees and cracking flames. Despite the water he had jumped into to save Mbwene’s egg, which had washed away the ash from his limbs, soot still faintly smudged his face and side— the side that had cradled the incinerated form of Mauja.
A tired, bleating trumpet came from behind him— the elephant calf was exhausted. There was so much to see outside of her calm shell. And her bonded’s long limbs could cover so much more ground than her stumpy pillars. Really, though, it was the ceaseless roll of fear and gloom through their bond that drained Mbwene.
The giant swung his head to look back at the infant pachyderm, dark and lined eyes meeting tired but curious ones. His walking steps paused, and it was with some surprise that he realized he was already within the Edge. Had they passed the border? Gaze grew sharp to ensure that the calf had not injured herself on the broken glass— he obviously had not been aware enough to caution her.
A low sigh slowly blew through his nostrils as he found no rivulets of red or hanging skin. Clearly, even in her infant clumsiness, the little elephant was adept at trampling after the King. Dropping his head to gently brush the wrinkled skin with his muzzle; it was an act of assurance— they did not have much further to walk before reaching his usual resting place. Not that he would find either sleep or rest. He would be haunted by conflagrations of rage and the cracked skin of his friend.
What had he done? Why had he done it— “Elsa?” His darkening thoughts were broken into by the sight of the Icebound pressing her head against a tree. His first instinct is to turn away— he wasn’t safe to be around. Was he? The pulsing light through his bond and the icy fear that clutched his chest seemed to keep his dangerous rage locked tight; he could feel no spark of heat within the crumbling organ that beat against his ribs.
But he knew better than to trust himself.
And so, even though his bruised and battered heart wanted (needed) nothing more than to approach his Queen and fit his neck against her silken one, he kept his distance with a haunted, ashen face and burnt legs.
@Elsa do your Queenly duty and cheer up your King :[
She closed her eyes as she leaned against the tree. Elsa focused on the rough bark, and the patterns it imprinted onto her skin. Literally, this is what she had descended into. A babbling, psychotic idiot. Edgar once again pushed the bounds of her mind, trying to force his way back in. Alas just as roughly she pushed him back, and this time he didn’t fight. He fell silent, and left his bonded alone to mope. She couldn’t say he didn’t try, because he was trying really hard to make her feel loved. She was just too cold to see that he, as well as Tembovu, actually cared what happened to her. He didn’t know Tembovu’s inner workings as well as Elsa’s, but he seemed genuine. Edgar approved.
The silence hurt, but it wrapped her in a comfort she had been longing for. It was the only thing to envelope her wholly. But a voice broke into her thoughts, and her eyes split open as she looked up to the owner of the voice. She knew who it was even before she opened her eyes, but part of her didn’t believe it.
Yet here he was, standing there, calling her name. But he stayed away. Don’t-don’t… so many negative things began crossing her mind. This was it, this was him making up for his mistake. She was not truly wanted. It took effort to keep her bottom lip from trembling, and it practically hurt to offer a smile. It didn’t reach her eyes, but it was an attempt. He looked defeated, both physically and mentally.
Elsa remained quiet, her mind debating what to do. Should she try? Should she try to make him stay? Her bottom lip visibly trembled for a moment. Fuck this, if she was going down she’d go down burning. Taking a few steps closer she forced herself back underneath his head, curling into his chest. ”Please don’t say you’re leaving… please. I need you.” It was a childish plea and she shied away into his shoulder. She needed to memorize this feeling, this moment, it might just be her last.
For a split second the bond between her and Edgar was reopened, and upon seeing the scene, Edgar forgot all about his bondeds pain. Instead, he took note of the companion with him. He knew Elsa had noticed, and inside she just wanted to play and snuggle with it, but she was so desperately afraid of being left. She did love Tembovu, whether she would admit it or not. Tembovu was secretly her first priority.
But Edgar would not let the companion go unnoticed. He quickly made his way towards them, swooping down to land in front of the chunky grey creature. He offered a small peep, and waved his wing. Part of him wanted to herd this giant off, so he could get to know her better, and give Elsa more space. If he denied her, and left her shattered, he couldn’t be sure that the shrapnel wouldn’t hurt those around her.
Tembovu had replaced part of her heart that had been stolen and destroyed. If he disappeared now, she would be heartless- literally. He was the second chance she thought she’d never get. Elsa was stupid though, and she always assumed the worst. Like now, she was so terrified of being denied that she didn’t realize the potential all this held.
"Morbi vestibulum mollis nibh a varius."
SHE WILL JUST ASK. xD
Unbelieving eyes of striking blue look at him, and the pained smile on her face caught him off guard (not that he had much guard left, after his arduous and mentally taxing walk from the Labyrinth). Ears flicked forward, dark eyes carefully studying the ice-shrouded woman. Ice to his fire, a complement in both magic and reign.
Perhaps it was that realization, that her ice might provide some semblance of protection from him; or the pain that laced beneath her usually strong features; or the mental exhaustion from continually repeating the scenes in the Forest; or the cold loneliness that imposed so heavily on him. Most likely it was all these things. Regardless, he only took a half-step backwards, away from Elsa’s sudden advance, to try and protect her from the very chest she curled into.
But it was futile, for the moment her silken, white skin made contact with his thick hide, he took the half-step back forward into her embrace. Corded neck twitched one from exhaustion, but it still enveloped her slender neck and withers, muzzle burying into her mane. Barrel expanded once, nostrils flaring to take her scent, but the comfort he found in it was short-lived as her quiet plea pierced it.
“I should,” his rumble was quiet, raspy from smoke, “I—I am not safe.” The obvious contradiction of his words, as he tightened his hold on Elsa, was not lost on him. But, in the face of bringing happiness to someone he cared so deeply for (rather than ravage and ruin), he could not let her go. “I wanted, needed, to be alone. I thought I was— but Mauja was there and—” navy eyes shut, focusing on the sating feel of her hide beneath his, “— and I burned him,” the confession was a whisper, barely heard and easily missed.
Mbwene, both curious and relieved as some of the despair the billowed through their bond mitigated as this white woman came close to her Elephant, turned her tried but interested eyes towards Edgar. She trumpeted a brassy greeting, infant ears waving a hello. The bird was so cold, so much different than the birds she had seen on the journey here. Properly intrigued, she followed the zephyr’s urgings away from the embracing couple.
That hurt. He should be here- does he not realize that? With the empire that he has built, he was the center of this herd right now. She was simply here to help. She was at least grateful he hadn’t left her in the cold. She may like it, but sometimes, she yearned for this heat. As he confessed his problem, Elsa sighed gently into his shoulder. A mistake. That’s what it was. He wasn’t unsafe. Elsa carefully reached up her muzzle to reach a part of his spine and rubbed gently, not pulling away.
She wasn’t sure what to say- did he want her opinion? She paused for a moment, breathing gently on his back. ”Mistakes happen.” Then she glanced to the companion, whom Edgar had taken a quick liking to. This little thing right here was a reason he couldn’t- shouldn’t leave. ”He will forgive you. He did choose you, no? I don’t know him too well, but I can tell you that it would be impossible to blame you. You try so hard to keep things in, heck I don’t even know your secrets. We all have them, my king. And this is the first break, you are not inherently evil or unsafe. You, in fact, are quiet good for them all.” She paused for a brief moment again. He should already know that he could come to her for these things- she didn’t want to be the damsel in distress all the time. She knew Tembovu needed saving, he just needed to learn to accept that.
”You know, I am here for you.” She nipped lightly at his hide, laughing lightly. ”Sometimes you need help, and you just need to ask for it.” There were a few more insinuations to that, but most of its weight was towards his current problem. She could handle her own problems, not to mention, even if it had been her at the center of his wrath, he wouldn’t stand a chance against her ice magic. Fire couldn’t touch her- not unless she let it. Protection was her strong suit. That’s how she had lived alone for so long, how she learned to win her fights, how she learned to care. It may have taken her a while to notice that, but she was inherently protective rather than offensive.
She paused then for a long silence. There was still a gauge she had to watch. The last thing she wanted to do was send Tembovu off worse than when he had found her. She played along a fine line right now, and she was so afraid to fall off of it now. So she settled for silence, continuing to listen to him, his breathing, his heart. He had no idea of the power he had over her.
She hadn’t noticed Edgar had left, but as she looked over both were gone. Edgar sent her some smug signals but she pushed him back out. Elsa trusted Edgar, but sometimes she wanted moments along- unadulterated. Thankfully he was understanding of her privacy, he knew in time she would tell him about it. The last thing she noticed was him hopping happily toward the large trumpeting companion and rubbing along her legs like a cat.
At least they were getting along. She didn’t know of the bond between Tembovu and his companion, but part of her hoped that he was able to keep her at bay from his problems. Elsa knew how guilty she felt after her emotional outbursts, Edgar was usually just as emotionally drained, and he didn’t even do anything. That was how they developed this small capability of ignoring each other for a bit.
03-08-2016, 12:15 PM (This post was last modified: 03-08-2016, 12:15 PM by Tembovu.)
Tembovu & Mbwene
His hide rippled around her mouth as it sought and gently rubbed along his spine. A long and low sigh blew hot air across her cool skin, the motion of her muzzle easing the tension from his great muscles as they relaxed into their entwined bodies. His head extended out further, broad muzzle passing her withers and reaching the base of her wing where satin coat gave way to silken feathers. Lips run up the shaft of the feathers there, separating the tendrils of the vane, before reversing and smoothing the feather back to its smooth, soft blue-white once again. The silken plumes soothed his lips and the incessant need that was growing in him as she spoke.
The soft brush of her lips against his spine as she spoke grew something amid the wreckage and ruin in his chest. It was gentle at first, a slowly swelling warmth— so unlike any heat he had felt before. It was calm, a balm to the raw edges that were ragged against the beating organ in his chest. Imperceptibly it inflated, a strange buoyancy that lifted away the shadows and suspended them away from him— a deep breath blew out in a sudden relief from his thick nostrils, feathers ruffling beneath the stream of warm air.
Mbwene squeaked and then sighed in surprise at the pleasantness of this feeling— so unlike anything she had yet felt through their bond. Round, bright blue eyes look at Edgar, trunk reaching out to stroke his cold feathers so that she could somehow share this contentment.
“You know, I am here for you.” Her laugh and nip at his hide sent the calming warmth out from his chest, racing through body as his heart suddenly leapt into a pounding rhythm. His thick lips grabbed a few, soft feathers, tugging lightly, “Sometimes you need help, and you just need to ask for it.” Is that what he was doing? Is that why he stayed here, rather than walk away from Elsa? Was he asking for help?
He closed his eyes, thick neck stretching as he ran the underside of his chin along her back, chest suddenly pressing further into hers as the length of his muscular neck allowed his muzzle to reach her the top of her haunches. Slowly, almost cautiously, his teeth unleashed from behind his lips, dragging across the soft skin at the juncture of her lower back and shapely haunches. Half grooming, half nipping, he could not help the low rumble from his throat that was pushing against her back— breaking his silence. “Elsa, I—“ his deep rasp spoke against her loins, “—I don’t know how to ask.” At the end of his faltering words, his motions became less hesitant and more insistent, lips and teeth moving against her pale skin.
Every part of her body felt like it was on fire. Each point he made contact burned, riding a comfortable line between pain and pleasure. If she wasn’t the embodiment of everything cold, she would believe that she was on fire right now. Her own tension was building, and suddenly it was like a palpable thing.
As he moved down her side, it took a lot of effort to stay as still as possible. Her body was screaming for one thing, but her heart was telling her to reconsider. What if you get hurt again… The sudden, harsh thought flitted through her mind, and she tried to grasp at it and gain control. But she couldn’t. He was intoxicating, and finding her own words seemed impossible
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The deep lull of her voice took away all of her apprehension. When had she lost control of this situation? Did she even have any to start with? Gingerly she reached out her muzzle, to bump the closest part of him she could reach. Her words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn’t get them to dislodge.
Taking a side step, she gently pushed herself against him, shyly smiling in his direction. Finally, some semblance of speech escaped past the blockade. “Then don’t.” Simple, sweet, and to the point. Really saying the words embarrassed her- it made her seemed needy. She hated that, but she wanted this so bad.
But he better get moving. Leaving her prisoner to her own thoughts did not result in good outcomes. She just needed a release, a reminder she was still alive. And maybe, just maybe, she had feelings she couldn’t control for him.
And that, out of it all, terrified her the most.
She didn’t want to be someone’s mistake again. For once, she wanted to be someone’s success. Elsa was tired of fighting for herself, and she just wanted someone to fight for her- someone to love her. But trust was a fragile thing, and handing it over to Tembovu like this was exposing, and suddenly she felt like she could shatter at the slightest rejection.
She just wanted love. Family. Something tangible to live for.
"Morbi vestibulum mollis nibh a varius."
Ahem. Well. K.
She is still, so still, beneath his mouth and neck. Too still. Ears tilt back, pressing against his skull as he reluctantly (unwillingly, body and mind protesting) begins to lift his neck away from her cool, satin skin. Her stillness is a sign, nonverbal communication that his touch isn’t needed, isn’t wanted— and it shouldn’t be. He is not good or right for his enduring, beautiful, Icebound Queen. Loneliness, sharp and painful, pierces the warmth that had built in his chest, shame and guilt being to rush—
Suddenly her muzzle is reaching, the velvet skin brushing against his barrel— and it is all the King needs. The shadows recede, pushed away by the newly swelling warmth in him. Black-rimmed ears flick forwards to catch her simple words: don’t ask. The stallion in him swells, relieved at feeling this, at feeling Elsa’s willing warmth against his skin. This heat is welcome, so unlike the cold burn of humiliation and self-contempt. His neck comes back across her back, mouth back at her the juncture of haunch and spine, teeth unleashed and pressing, pulling, tasting. A low rumble reverberated from his throat.
But Elsa is moving, soft pale skin slipping to the side, clearing his path. An ear flicked sideways, thick neck arching to catch sight of her face, his own exhaustion forgotten at the vulnerability written so plainly in the guileless blue eyes and pink-tinted muzzle. Slowly, gently, his broad black muzzle lips the side of hers, before drifting up to her left eye and tracing the scar there.
His mapping of her skin continued, thick lips going beyond her eye to the base of her ear, then down her throat and neck. His muzzle skimmed over the top of her folded wing, grabbing a few satin feathers between his lips and gently tugging on his course to her haunches. She was so soft, so exposed, so honest— it roused him beyond the allure of her flesh.
Though, as the ache grew beneath his barrel, he knew her skin, scent, and beauty did rouse him. His chest paused as it came abreast with her haunches, muzzle stopping its explorations at her tail-base. An ear flicked towards her head, navy eyes slowly leaving the pearly blue skin to look towards her face as well. “Elsa?” There was a new depth to his rumbling question, asking for permission, for desire.
The Elephant King waited beside his Queen, heat and yearning rolling off of his massive body in waves.
@Elsa -fans self... and this Thread-
Also yes, switching tables since Mbwene is off with Edgar.
Her self-confidence was teetering on the Edge. It was exhilarating, but as time began ticking away, ever so slowly, she was afraid he would change his mind. He would realize how needy – how broken – she was and leave. It would be too hard to deal with. Or what if there were repercussions? Would he want a child, or would she be turned away to again raise one on her own? He knew she’d fucked up…
And the thoughts kept rolling. For every wave and heat of enjoyment, there was a bitter stab deep within her heart reminding her there is still time for rejection. At any second, he could – would – turn and leave. She simply wasn’t worth it. She was the hand-me-down.
But the more he moved, the more she could convince herself he’d stay. Elsa was becoming a puddle, weak kneed with anticipation and fear. Slowly, and ever so deliciously, he moved down her spine, stopping at her wing just for a moment. Then he continued and it was then she knew she wasn’t going to be left behind. If only for a little while, she would have him all to herself. Just him. A small, contented smile creeped upon her muzzle, holding back a nervous laugh as he reached her tail.
Then he stopped, saying her name and holy hell she was so close to just kicking his ass. Was he trying to make her die of anticipation? Because if it was it was working. ”Seriously Tembovu?” she muttered, half whining in the process. Without thinking she backed up against him, her body betraying her mind. If he didn’t get the clue then, she might just have to kill him. How else was she supposed to eliminate this need? Another throaty whine escaped her, and oh god was she embarrassed. How could he do this to her? He played her like a harp, and for once in her life she wasn’t in control.
"Morbi vestibulum mollis nibh a varius."
O.O awk elsa is awk.
“Seriously, Tembovu?” The barest shadows of a grin tug at the edges of his thick lips as he shifts his massive shoulders behind her. Though any trace of amusement is wiped away by the throaty moan that came from Elsa, replaced with lust as she backs her curvaceous, smooth haunches into his broad chest. His muzzle presses against the side of her rump, murmuring wordless appreciation for it, before rising on two accounts to the occasion.
Haunches bunch, forelimbs gripping first her at her flanks, massive hooves carefully avoiding her wings. Pulling her against him, he somewhat awkwardly maneuvered his legs around her wing joints (he wasn’t accustomed to avoiding them, and his great bulk might damage them from his angle above her). But, once possible injury was avoided, he allowed himself to let go, the swelling warmth growing and cresting in its heat as teeth grip and nip her neck— sometimes firmly, other times gentle teases. Forgotten was the forest, forgotten were his burns, forgotten was the rage that lived in him…
—fade to black—
He slipped down behind her, teeth unleashing to place a soft bite at the top of her haunches before his muzzle gently smooth it away on her skin. Sweat dripped from him, running in cream rivulets through the ash that stained his face. This had been good, beyond the physical release it had provided. In the back of his mind had lurked the doubt— he hadn’t performed the last time he was with a mare (his jaw ticked once at the thought of Rexanna, before he wiped her from his mind). But this, with Elsa, had been as much of a relief as a pleasure.
Take a few steps forward, he ran his sweat-slicked hide against hers, stopping with the sides of his left shoulder pressing against the juncture of soft skin at her barrel and haunch. Muzzle reaching out to stroke the feathers the loomed before his chest, he rumbled, “If I had known sooner that your Queenly duties included this, I wouldn’t have waited so long.” There was an amused warmth on his face, body so relaxed and at ease as compared to when he first had stumbled upon the Icebound.
@Elsa I'm sorry if I got too raunchy, I couldn't help it :P
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