Posted on August 7, 2012 at 04:26:23 AM by f l e e t e
here the world is quiet
It was the blazing hues of autumn that finally coaxed Fleete from her sanctum in the Crossing's forest and unwittingly pitted her against the wolves, so to speak, once more. Hailing from a land of evergreen, the fawn girl was fascinated by and enamored with the fire that had seemed to have consumed the trees, and which seemed to hold the decided chill that often heralded autumn at bay. Gazing around her in naked wonder, Fleete was unaware that each stride of her smooth gait had carried her into greater peril; it was only when the beast was upon her that she realized her aimless wandering had carried her close to the glade where the others gathered. Even then she had not fled; defined as Fleete was by naiveté, she had watched his timid, tentative approach and felt the edges of her heart give an aching, pitying throb. A lonely creature herself, she had welcomed the mute and mellow company of the spotted creature, and had even stretched her imagination so far as to believe that he was a kindred soul. The swift strokes of Fleete's limbs through the water falter as the mare closes her eyes, shuddering with both rapture and revulsion as she remembers the feeling of his velvet-soft muzzle against her skin. For a moment, she had been completely pliant to the spell of allure the wretched incubus had cast, and that single moment had been long enough. Another tremor wracks her apricot pelt as she steps from the sea, but Fleete keeps her hazel eyes focused intently on his hooves, following meekly in the spotted demon's wake. The small, defiant flame that had flickered within her at the feeling of his teeth had been abruptly doused by the degradation that had followed. The worst of it was that as her mind had been mortified, her body had been supremely responsive, betraying her impulse to run with a primal thrill as he took her by force. Paralyzed by conflicting emotions the likes of which she could not even begin to define, Fleete had simply allowed it to happen, and had then even let him drive her into the sea. It was this same discomfiting bond which kept her chained to him now; disgust and devotion present in equally confounding measures as they pushed on into his forest home. Here her features finally become more animated, and though she seeks to guard herself against the comfort that such familiar surroundings instill, it was evident in the relaxation of her rigid expression and the lessening of tension across her body that Fleete felt as if she were coming home at last. Drawing to a halt with the breadth of a body between them, she allows her lids to drop down over her eyes, blocking out the unwelcome sight of his spotted form as she focuses instead on the serenity of the forest's song. Of course, he has to ruin the moment by speaking the obvious aloud. Repressing a derisive snort, Fleete simply nods, pointing her face determinedly away from him before she restores her sight. Unlike Bondurant, she makes no attempt to break the silence; she found its chill infinitely preferrable to the warm honey of his voice, which sought to disguise the depravity of the unnatural creature who spoke. mare .. 4 years .. rabicano chestnut pearl .. akhal-teke x andalusian .. 16 hands fleete |
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- without the fear we are all as good as dead - By B O N D U R A N T August 9, 2012 at 02:07:35 AM
- here where all trouble seems - By f l e e t e August 12, 2012 at 04:07:39 AM
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