Romance is in the air...this is probably the most beautiful and scenic place in Blossom Forest. For the athletic and determined to come with their mates, for time away from pups. Only adults may come here; some of the ledges are too far apart for teens or pups to cross and some too high to scale.
IP: 65.29.75.36
Posted on October 10, 2018 at 03:31:25 PM by Kahlan
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It had been a mistake, I think, to give myself over to Kira that night, but what is done is done. I am not a witch nor a sorceress, and I have no magical capabilities possible of altering time and so I have to live with what I have done. But ever since, I have been unable to get her out of my mind. She’s like a poison, swallowed up by me and festering within my gut, making me crawl. She’s like a venom, seeping its way through my cracks, setting all of my nerves a flame, killing me slowly. And yet… And yet at the same time, Kirastasia is more addicting than the strongest batch of poppy ever could be. Just thinking of her perfume is an aphrodisiac that releases large batch of adrenaline, sets my loins to lust and wets me within mere seconds. It may have been a mistake to give myself over to her fully, but God it was so good. When I had initially decided to shut off my emotions in a foolish, naïve attempt to prevent myself from getting hurt, I realized that I would not feel happiness. I had thought the lack of pain would be enough to make up for that, but I had been wrong. And so being with her… I had been happy, I had felt wanted, I felt beautiful, sexy, desirable. So although she may be the death of me, I know that without her I shall die a quicker, more painful death. But I refuse to hurl myself into the unforgiving see of her love. For her love is not simple, nor is it free. I have known her since she was younger, a wayward daughter who hated her father perhaps more than her father hated her, a rebel child who lashed out in any way that would shame him. And because of the issues between them, all she ever desired was love, but she didn’t care who she got it from, or who she gave it to. Therein lies the complexity, therein lies the pain. Her love is not unanimous nor monogamous. She may love me, but how many countless others could also claim the same? The lake may have been drained down through the falls, the dam broken, my soul thrashed thoroughly by the painful memories I had hidden away, there were threads I held onto tightly. I’m grasping at them, hoping they will save me while this maelstrom hurls me about incessantly. I feel my abdomen contracting, painful, nauseous, and I run to a nearby shrub and hurl, a series of dry heaves incapable of producing anything they wreck my system nonetheless. Perhaps shoving my emotions away had been stupid, but at least back then I did not have to deal with my nerves, anxiety. I look about, my triangular folds swirling, looking for any sign of any movement, and I just happen to catch onto a coney running through the underbrush. I stay still and since it hasn’t seen me, I am lucky. Right before he crosses my path I lunge. My teeth wrap around his neck sharply with a snap as I kill it swiftly, mercifully. And a single gulp, perhaps two, it is down the hatch, and hopefully with it the scent of my vomit. But just as a precaution, I move through the wood until I find what I’m looking for - a mint plant, and I hastily chew on a few of the leaves as I trek back to the initial meeting place. We had agreed to meet her, or rather I told her to meet me here considering her pack is it no more. And I will admit, I feel oddly sorrowful that being a loner once more, at the prospect of belonging nowhere, wanted by noone… But then I remind myself that she wants me, and that has to be enough. But yes, I told her to meet me here. Because I have to draw the line somewhere, I need some limits so that I do not lose myself in her. It is been so long since my mind has been right, to be honest I do not even know what is wrong with me. The periods of blackouts, the loss of memory, the lapses in time… It is frustrating because I have no way of getting any answers. Perhaps I could seek out my niece, she could examine me as her patient, but why should I invade her life and her privacy just for my own sanity? And so, instead, I chose this - I went out and chose the first man I saw, and invited him to a threesome. I assured him it would be two females and that there would not be any sort of the inverse type, and he was quick to leap at the opportunity. And though it seemed like a good idea at the time, I wonder how Kirastasia will react. Will she go through with it? Will she let a brute take her while I watch, will she watch me be taken by him as well? Will she see that I’m trying as hard as I can to not care about her? Why do I all of a sudden regret my decision? I shake my head – it is too late to go back. Ever since I came back to Blossom Forest I knew I would run into her, I knew that we would need to hash out our unfinished business. And while the throes of passion clouded our judgment the other night, perhaps this will make it more clear. We use each other for the pleasure we can provide to one another, nothing more, nothing less. Or at least… That’s how it has to be time to survive her… And then there are footsteps, sound of someone approaching. They’re not too close - not close enough for me to pick up their scent anyway. But they cannot be too far away either - the forest muffles sound here, it is not like a lake or cave where sound travels for distances. A twig brakes, and then there’s the crinkling of leaves. We are just on the cusp of winter, and so each fallen petal is crisp, and laced with the most delicate stitchworked frost - beautiful designs curling across in their spiderweb arcades. From beneath heavy eyelids, I glance up, my sunny gaze guarded, but focused, intrigued. Who will arrive first? The girl who threatens to kill me by breaking my heart, or the brute who threatens to ruin it all? |
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- h e a r t . t h r o b - By k i r a s t a s i a October 18, 2018 at 02:48:04 PM
im just a puzzle missing a few pieces - By Kahlan October 18, 2018 at 11:13:17 PM
h e a r t . t h r o b [M] - By k i r a s t a s i a October 21, 2018 at 03:25:47 PM
"HE WHO IS HANDSOME" [M] - By INGMAR October 21, 2018 at 04:43:35 PM
im just a puzzle missing a few pieces [m] - By Kahlan October 23, 2018 at 03:19:11 PM
h e a r t . t h r o b [M] - By k i r a s t a s i a October 25, 2018 at 00:05:31 AM
im just a puzzle missing a few pieces [ m ] - By Kahlan November 1, 2018 at 11:40:21 PM
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