Post by k on Dec 23, 2007 8:48:27 GMT -5
HOt RAine
The beginning is always the hardest...
The sky has darkened, as night has fallen upon the Viszla lands. Two bodies appear in the moonlight. They are walking side-by-side, in the way that those in love would. The femme's cranium is slightly resting upon the hellion's as they continue to wade in the water of the Rajahli ocean. A gentle breeze blows by them, and the weather is unnaturally calm for this season. The stag grunts, and the two halt directly across from the rising moon.
"It's a beautiful night, tonight. I wish all nights could have this calm feel." The fae looks longingly to the hellion beside her. He is strong, each muscle clearly defined upon his body. His pelting is distinguishable only in the light of the sun, for now it is dark and shadow-like. His specks have a speacial glow to them, the glow of a lover as he looks intently at the fae.
"I agree." His tone is softened when it addresses her. At this time, the hellion brushes his maw against hers. The two have loved one another nearly eight seasons. Both are wishing to start a harem, and even a strong family together. Neither one cares as to where they settle. They just wish to find a place where they can reside for a good many years. By the looks of both the fae and the hellion, it is known that they wish to live, and die together however that may be.
Involved in their own silent chat, neither knows of the danger that lurks just around the corner. Yellowish specks peer from beneath the dark foliage. Night has come and it is the best time for this creature to find his meal. His paws silently touch the ground. He knows how important it is to keep quiet under cirumstances like these. The beast himself has not had a feed in over a week. Bones show through his matted fur. Canines glisten in the slight light of the moon. He is ready to take down his prey.
Audits of both the equines flicker. They know it is not safe to stray far from their harems without protection-especially at night. However, it is the only time for them to talk. The rendevous have been occuring since their first meet. It would be a shame to stop them now. Muscular bod of the hellion approaches the fae. Her bodice convulses, just for a moment from peer pleasure of being in his presence. She can feel her love exhaling, his warm breaths against her maw. With every moment her lust for him grows, and both equines forget the warnings of impending doom.
The predator sees his chance. The two are involved in making love more than anything else tonight. He raises his mouth to the moon, which is now full, and in his mind praises it for his luck. Creeping away from the under-brush, the predator begins his silent stalk toward the equids. Waves begin to crash as the wind increases. The animal picks up his pace, he can almost taste their flesh in his maw. However, he overlooked one thing.
The hellions audits picked up the sound of steps on the sand. He did not turn yet, as his imagination played tricks on him often. "What was that?" The fae's heart picked up its pace. Her natural instincts told her that they were being hunted. She side-stepped. "Something's not right. We should go. I have...." Not too soon after her words escaped her, the creature started its attack. Making at the two at full speed, he was almost within reach of the stallion.
The fae sees nothing as lightning strikes the nearby beach. All her audits catch is the horrifying sound of a vicious whinny. It breaks the sound of the lightning and the wind. It screams defense and anger. Growls can be heard for a few moments, then nothing. It is dark, and she sees black.Within a few moments, her heart falls and she fears the worst. Then a voice: "We must leave here. Now!" The fae nodds, a solomn tear falling from her speck through her fascade. A maw touches hers and she recognizes it at once. "Are you hurt? What happened, what...?" She feels a nudge. The dark clouds start to move away, and as the moon's light spills once again upon the equine bodies, she can see the mark left upon the stallion's side.
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