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10-30-2016, 12:46 AM
fear the vulture and it will come. fear nothing and you are the vulture.
He reveled in flying beneath the waves. It was a sensation he fully embraced, for who knew when (if ever) he would get this opportunity again? He paid little mind to the idea that the seaweed might not work, as he finally took a deep breath of salt water. At first, it was uncomfortable, lightly burning his lungs and nostrils as it rushed in.
But then it weighted him down, acting as a ballast so that he could further enjoy the sensation of soaring through the water, rather than having to fight against buoyancy to remain beneath the surface. A grin spread across his starkly what face, vivid red gaze jerking to the bright reef that suddenly illuminated and stretched out before them. It was beautiful, and though the vulture preferred a woman’s figure to admire, he certainly could not deny that this reef was pleasant on the eyes.
Kis’s, the good chap, voice sounded in his mind. A word? What word would he wish to share with creatures who had been stuck in deep, dark, cold world at the seafloor? He did not have to think long, for there was always one word that summated the giant pegasus’s life.
And so the vulture thought of the single, driving force in his life; the one thing he had always turned to when found no reprieve from his mother’s disdainful hate or his father’s harsh scorn: “Pleasure.” The word pervaded his mind and senses, ranging for the lewd entanglements he had found in Uumalah’s more adventurous whore houses to the simple sensation of the sunlight warming skin that had been made cold by icy, high atmospheric breezes. To the vulture, pleasure had been his replacement for love; because, where love could not be found in his family’s house, pleasure could always be found in the whore houses.
Then, with a questioning glance towards Kis, he began to ‘fly’ closer to the reef to further inspect the bright, vivid colors and twinkling fish that inhabited it.
But then it weighted him down, acting as a ballast so that he could further enjoy the sensation of soaring through the water, rather than having to fight against buoyancy to remain beneath the surface. A grin spread across his starkly what face, vivid red gaze jerking to the bright reef that suddenly illuminated and stretched out before them. It was beautiful, and though the vulture preferred a woman’s figure to admire, he certainly could not deny that this reef was pleasant on the eyes.
Kis’s, the good chap, voice sounded in his mind. A word? What word would he wish to share with creatures who had been stuck in deep, dark, cold world at the seafloor? He did not have to think long, for there was always one word that summated the giant pegasus’s life.
And so the vulture thought of the single, driving force in his life; the one thing he had always turned to when found no reprieve from his mother’s disdainful hate or his father’s harsh scorn: “Pleasure.” The word pervaded his mind and senses, ranging for the lewd entanglements he had found in Uumalah’s more adventurous whore houses to the simple sensation of the sunlight warming skin that had been made cold by icy, high atmospheric breezes. To the vulture, pleasure had been his replacement for love; because, where love could not be found in his family’s house, pleasure could always be found in the whore houses.
Then, with a questioning glance towards Kis, he began to ‘fly’ closer to the reef to further inspect the bright, vivid colors and twinkling fish that inhabited it.
graasvoel
Gaal thinks the word "Pleasure" and all the lovely lewd and pleasant things associated with it ;)
Then he swims closer to the reef.
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