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 December 11, 2017 at 02:38:49 AM by Drizzt

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A Promise Was Made


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Past::
He had mounted her swiftly, his inexperience apparent as noted with his sweet, innocent fumblings. She was begging him for sexual attentions, openly flagging him down with her insanely attractive curves, her vivacious hips, her tantalizing perfume wafting from wet lips. Kirastasia was not subtle at all in her call for attention, pushing her intimate regions up against him, insisting for him to mount her, pushing and pushing and pushing… and then he did. Drizzt’s muscles pulled his bodice against the force of gravity and he reared up to lay himself over the back of his soulmate. Drizzt wanted so badly for everything to be perfect for her, he wanted to be able to pleasure her to her utmost content. It was not due to a masculine ego about being able to do so, no. He had no care in the world if he was good in general - his desires to excel was purely for her experience of the situation. His hips swirled gently, as his unsheathed sword sought out a new scabbard. He could feel her throbbing flesh pound against, beckoning him closer and closer to the opening of her, and he made minute adjustments until finally, flesh met flesh. The hessian froze immediately, her warmth and moistness setting him ablaze. He could hear his heart beating thrumming in his head, in his chest, against his very sword. And then he had tentatively inserted the very tip of his sword into her. It was constricting, and yet pleasurable. The moments passed as he froze, unsure of what to do, but his loins could no longer control themselves, and his hips began to buck against her, slow at first. But then as his staff got more and more moist, he increased in speed, unable to control himself. Occasionally, he noticed that she shifted to a different position, and at first he would move himself too, but finally, he understand that she was manipulating her body so that it was more comfortable for her, so that it either did not hurt or so that it felt even better. And so he stopped messing with her system, but instead just took her. He could feel sweat forming on his pads as he exerted himself, could feel the sting of the lactic acid starting to build up in his hindquarters as he continued to hump her, and as he did so he could feel himself swelling, growing larger, throbbing, and he could feel her throbbing around him.

Finally, he started his ascension, his climb toward his climax, until finally he exploded at the same time that she did, and through the narrowed slits, he could see her aura bubbling and bursting in radiant rays of so many different hues that he did not even have names for all of them. In a daze, he slid off of her, surprised to find that they were no longer on the fallen tree trunks, but instead in a soft, soft meadow, surrounded by grass and leaves and moss. A rough, warm tongue caressed his cheek, but not before she was cuddling up closer to him, if that was even possible. She wiggled beside him until his limbs were wrapped around her again, until they were cuddling under the bright rays of the sun. Her aura had calmed, but still was beautiful canvas for his eyes to lay upon.

‘Not bad, Tempest… forgive me?’

Present:
Drizzt opened his lids, his eyes glowing brightly despite the surrounding darkness around him. Immediately, he sat up and looked about, but just like every other night before this one, there was no brindled beauty near him. She had left them after their coupling, nearon a month ago… or perhaps it had been longer than that? Drizzt could not be sure… but what he knew was that it felt like a lot longer - time seemed to move slower without her by his side. Each morning he had woken up desiring her - not just physically, but emotionally as well. It wasn’t that he was in love with her - he would not fall so quickly, but he had no control over the fact that he was already attached to her. He had no control over the fact that she had fully engulfed all of his thoughts - he had not even tried to search out any rainbows. The angelic voices in his mind had told him that his one purpose in life was to protect them, and yet here he was, bound to her indefinitely. And yet this night… this night was going to be it. Drizzt rose to his paws and began to run, despite the tight muscles in his limbs. He ran slowly until all of his stiffness had dissipated, his muscles loose. And then? Then he picked up the pace. He ran full out until he could hardly breath, and then he ran some more. Through the night he ran and the next day, until finally he collapsed from exhaustion. When he woke again, he ran again, until his mind went numb and mere instinct and need drove him. Finally, his body gave out and he collapsed, passing out, his sight growing darker until there was no more light left. But it didn’t matter - he had reached his destination, and his unconscious form lay right outside the boundary of Wudubearo.

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||Drizzt|| ||Bonded to Kirastasia by the gods|| ||No pack lays claim to him|| ||Tempest||




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