During the day, sentries guard the sleeping. When the sky is dark and the moon dances with the stars, this is when the real fun begins. Munashii Gekko's forest is the only haunt where you can find your local misfits all in one place. A land of the forbidden and forgotten, a place that is riddled with dangers of a whole different kind. The wolves here have long misplaced their rightful minds, and now live like creatures damned to prowl and lurk through the night. It's easy to lose yourself here, sanity was sure to fade away and wither; there was never anything normal about this nefarious nest. The silent threats that whispered in the breeze were enough to deter even the largest of demons around. It was not strength nor wit that ensured your survival here with Eric, and challengers would be torn down with a morose lethality - there was nothing left in his cold blue eyes that promised mercy to anyone who dared to overstep their worth. So, would you give up the sun for the moon and stars? Do you have enough vigor to become a well regarded sentry? - Put on a game face to step up and pass the sepia king's test or turn and leave before he catches your scent. You never know who wants to snack on your delicious blood in this forest.
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Posted on June 16, 2018 at 09:59:41 PM by Kahlan
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‘You think fighting in front of mere pups is natural? I suppose I wouldn’t know, for my own mother kept me and my brother in a hole most of the time.’ Kahlan stopped, and shook her head – this was not about fighting, it wasn’t about pups… it really shouldn’t be about anything… Everything was so confusing now. “Don’t bring your mommy issues out on me, you are an adult and should be able to get past that. As for fighting in front of pups, that was my normal, that was my childhood. A rabid wolf was unleashed upon my pack and infected or killed everyone there. The last one standing was my father, set on protecting us, but as he did so he was bit too, and he became infected. My mother escaped with only me, but because of it, I lost my brother. Perhaps you remember him, Henadin? He’s dead now too, at least you still have yours. He was my one sibling, my twin. What do I have left now for family? No one.” Kahlan could feel the pain, the anger spilling over her dam, but she was in the rapids now, and she was being swept up in it all and being pushed toward the waterfall and was in danger of going over the side of the cascades, unable to slow the current or even fight against it. The pain sent ripples through her, making each of her nerves hypersensitive, and though she was not currently in physical pain, it was as if she was, all of her emotional pain released upon her at the same time. She gritted her teeth and tried to focus all of her mind on holding back the dam, trying to keep it strong so that she could survive this one moment with Kirastasia without breaking. She wanted silence so that she could rebuild, or even just smear plaster over the cracks to stop what was threatening to crash through even though the sprinkles were already spilling through. But Kirastasia simply kept talking and talking and talking, and Kahlan could not focus on anything she was saying until it there was the posing of a question, and on some subconscious level, she took note of it- ‘What would that look like, I wonder? Would you turn into stone?’ Kahlan glared at her, and when she spoke, tiny bits of spit spilled out. “Don’t you understand yet, Kirastasia? That is exactly what I’m trying to become. A stone or something that is not hurt when abandoned, something that is not wounded by words, something that does not bleed, therefore something that does not die. It is better indeed to lead a life of mediocrity then to live one full of valleys and mountains, a constant roller coaster of highs and lows in which one never knows when the next belt of happiness will occur, but can expect pain and hurt and sadness after each one in succession. And if I did turn to stone? If I succeeded? Would you leave me alone then? Or would you poke and prod until I cracked like I am now, would you insist upon fixing me even then? I don’t need to be fixed, I just need to be left the fuck alone!” The femme swallowed and tried to tone herself, tried to decrease the swelling rage. Still Kirastasia badgered her, battered her with words, poking and prodding just as Kahlan had described, but worse than that, Kirastasia was moving closer and closer still, and though she was not circling Kahlan like a shark with its prey, she was edging nearer like a lioness towards hers. Kahlan glared warily at scaled beaut, not wanting to be bothered by her touch, by her presence, by her words, but she was. She was. Kah wanted to have her cake and eat it too, despite the fact that that was not possible. She wanted to be able to feel joy and happiness, to feel successful in life, without any of the pain or loss that always seem to walk hand-in-hand with it. And then, suddenly it was a very different time, months, years ago back when it was right after Sawtooth exploded into a swarm of lava and ash, desolation and destruction. Only it had been Kahlan who had gone to Kirastasia, but still it had been Kirastasia who had edged closer, aiming to comfort her… And then there had been the touch, and it had released something within Kahlan. Something she never experienced before - Kenshin had been her first mate, And she never experienced anything otherwise, not till Kira. Never before had she thought of herself as bisexual, but that really did not express how she felt either - she simply did not see gender. Sex, yes, that was hard to miss, with the differences in anatomy, but romantically she did not care, nor did she have any preference. Unless that preference‘s name was Kirastasia. But that was then, and this was now, and that was she snapped back into the present, and she realized that Kirastasia was close, much too close, and right by her ear. Kahlan pinned her two audettes, so that they were flat against her head, protected, but that did not block out the sound of her voice, mentioning intimate things. For a second, time slowed, and multiple voices started talking within her head. She started to become dizzy, nauseous almost, and she knew that now was not the correct time to black out. There was a voice here, a voice there, and also her own, three voices talking to her all at once telling her different things. Her own told her to back away, either that or to attack - surely then Kira would give up her attempts then? The second voice was that of her brother, an odd voice for her to hear now, but that’s who it was and he told her to give in, to accept the past of her memories and to get over them, to use Kirastasia as a crutch if need be, if she could not accept her or accept her love for her. And the third voice was quieter, softer, and it spoke of family, of love, acceptance. It gave no options, nor advice, but merely showed images of a simpler time - yes there was pain, but there was happiness too. And wasn’t it all worth that? Still in slow motion, she blinked, and saw the temptress moving closer, until her perfume was nearly overwhelming. Now was the last moment, the point of no return. She needed to turn away or to embrace what was about to happen… And she did not move. There was an uncomfortable feeling, a little bit of physical pain along with awkwardness as Kirastasia slammed into her, snout rushing past Kahlan‘s own, and then there was a probing organ sweeping past Kah’s lips and along her gums. It invaded her, violate her, and swept along her pearls until at last Kahlan met it beat for beat with her own and return the embrace, nuzzling against Kirastasia forcibly. She was hesitant at first, until she gave in and pushed past Kira’s snout and moved to her ear. There was no gentleness, no softness there - she gripped onto a part of Kirastasia‘s scruff and part of her ear, or at least she tried to, and sought to pull her down toward the ground, tried to force her to yield. The fae told herself that she would not let emotion come in, that this was just sex, not even sex, but just fucking, but even she was not that good of a liar. Still, she wanted there to be pleasure only, pleasure and passion that was it. Nothing complicating, nothing that would ruin her. Whether or not Kirastasia fell to her knees and then to her side or belly, Kahlan‘s plan would be the same, she would douse Kirastasia in her own scent, rubbing along both of her sides, her belly, her back, anywhere her tongue at her snout could fit, anywhere that it would go. Anywhere. She started from the front to move backwards, moving along Kira’s nape, then back to her wither‘s, elbows, ribs, flank, hips… And by the time that her muzzle got all the way back to Kira’s rump and tail, the hesitation had not only faded, but had completely disappeared, being decimated by the force of her need for physical contact, for attention, for her loneliness to cease. All of those times that she had lain with Kershov… it was never like how it was when she was with Kirastasia – they were platonic friends who understood each other and fulfilled a need. But with Kira… they were two hungry souls who needed each other, not just a random body to fill the void. And so as she leapt in, her voracious tongue slicking Kira’s second set of lips, lapping up any moisture that she excreted, Kahlan also wet her with her tears, hot and streaming down her face as her past hit her in the face like a ton of bricks. |
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- h e a r t . t h r o b [m] - By k i r a s t a s i a September 25, 2018 at 04:33:39 PM
im just a puzzle missing a few pieces [ m ] - By Kahlan October 1, 2018 at 11:13:37 PM
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