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The Grotto
Disaster has struck!
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Posted on April 28, 2014 at 09:18:55 PM by L U C I A N
Beastial corpus had disengaged from the beleaguered reunion between siblings, but not without some measure of prodding by the capricious vixen laced in golden Fillagree. Whatever motivation drove her, she seemed dead set upon integrating into Diveen’s reputable social elite, and if that be so then who was I to stop her? Of course, there was no way in Hell I would join her there… but I would not be so easily dismissed or dissuaded. Autumn was turning the leaves of the conifers a fiery blaze against a dismal slate sky. Dark clouds blotted out the sun’s radiant sheen and offered the poignant threat of rain in the coming hours before nightfall. The crisp air inhaled through lungs was released in crystalline plumes the billowed from broad snout like dragon-smoke. This time of year used to be one I most favored, for it was a building of anticipation… a culmination of the wealth of Summer coming to a close. The prey-beasts boasted their crown of tines, the bears and rodents were foraging for the fattiest and most protein rich food sources, cashing them away for the lean winter months or preparing their dens for a long hibernation. It was the time of Harvest before the Great Death… and it was also the precursor to that Season when women were drenched in the pheromones of the Heat and the insides of Men grew to a scorching heat, filling them with an all-consuming hunger that was –for myself at least- nothing short of insatiable. At least, it had been. After the loss of both my Imprints and my chosen mate, in the burning ash of the meteor and the resurgence of a new Moladian… all those things had been lost to me. They’d become utterly meaningless without my three Fates. I had reverted back to that feral, more carnal nature, back to a time before I ever knew creatures such as Fatality, Zeivah or Atreyu existed. Back then, I knew nothing of emotion- sensation and feeling, compassion and passion had all been as alien to me as the dark side of the moon. My vision at the time had been entirely grey-scale, color-blind and bleak to match my automaton nature. The moment my gaze targeted the albino banshee with her eyes of pink lemonade, all that came crashing down around me in an explosion of colors and sensations. After losing all three of the insufferable wenches, it has come to my attention that my world of color had paled again and emotions were mere ghosts of what they had once been. The fires of passion had all but died to less than a smolder, growing dormant in my many years of solitude; a self-proclaimed exile from this wretched world of ridiculous drama. What was the point of gaining something close, when the World will only rip them away and cause One Pain? But the sands of time were slipping through my paws, and each year I find myself more and more acutely aware of my own mortality. Perhaps some part of me still remembers what it is to feel lonely, to know pain. Perhaps some part of me remembers what it is to know the intimate pleasure of a Woman’s touch, to indulge in a siren’s saccharine embrace… This charcoal Fury, Stella, something about her stirred those long dormant tendrils locked in my core. She was nothing at all like my three Fates, and yet I am drawn to her volatile nature, her mercurial stare and her buxom, voluptuous physique. If looks could scathe I’d be suffering third degree burns… She set my insides to simmer. There was no explanation for it... but at least I was feeling something again. Still, some part of me revolts against this attraction. Women have done nothing but serve as tools of self destruction. Restriction. Would this one be any different if I chose to continue pursuing her? The odds are against it, yet I cannot deny that she is the first to turn my head in many many years. |
Replies:
- GOD CAN'T SHOW YOU WHERE TO HIDE. - By stella May 5, 2014 at 01:20:03 AM
I Wear This Crown Of Thorns - By L U C I A N May 9, 2014 at 04:30:00 PM
CAN YOU HEAR THEIR SCREAMS? - By stella May 11, 2014 at 09:27:19 PM
Maybe I'm Not Listening - By L U C I A N May 20, 2014 at 10:59:54 PM
LET THEM BRING YOU TO HELL. - By stella May 30, 2014 at 11:21:42 PM
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