WE DIE ONLY TO BE BORN INTO MONSTROSITY
His emerald gaze washed over her once more, excitement shown in his face like a predator hunting his prey. Some poor damsel that he could have a bit of fun with before they'd drop like flies. “I confess, I have wondered what it’s like . . . I’ve been a maiden for much too long. You look like you’re a whole lot of fun.” He grinned at her as she stepped closer. His dark fur bristled in the breeze as his emerald gaze collided once more with her. “I’m Hazel. Great-granddaughter of the Dane King. I have to admit, your reputation must be better than mine - I’m only the great-granddaughter of a troublemaker, while you are a troublemaker yourself. If what you say is true. What kind of doom are we talking?”
His grin curled into another smirk as he let out a chuckle, closing the space between them as his fur meshed into hers. “Starfall could use some more doom.” His plume curled around her rump. "Oh, just some deranged Prince deflowering of a young, fair maiden by the river. Such a sinful act before the end of the realm as we know it." He grinned as if he was eyeballing a juicy steak. "Perhaps you're looking for doom yourself. Tell me, Great Granddaughter of the Dane King. Do you want me?" He asked, waiting for her consent. Only at the instant she would give it to him would he rip himself from the Earth ontop of her and take her roughly.
Fade in, fade out . . .
He panted, messily removing himself from her. His first lay. She was not Amaya, and she was young, admittedly untouched. It made him only want her more in the time, wanting to hear her scream and beg for him. He grinned at the sight of her. "Should you survive the upcoming months, perhaps you should come to Amaya. Something tells me you'll like it there a lot." He smirked at her. "I hope I satisfied your hunger, but I should be getting home." He said, his plume flicking to under her chin. "I hope we meet again, Hazel. You're pretty fun." He winked, before sauntering away. If she chose to follow, he would continue to walk with her beside him. If not, he would be fine with it and leave her behind.
Walk, "Talk", Think.
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THAT RED SUN SLOWLY F E L L DOWN
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