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Post by KK on Jul 19, 2016 5:21:58 GMT
KHAN
Overwhelmed by the slim fingers combing through her sore mind, Khan galloped toward the Lavender Fields. The sun was setting in front of her, casting an ethereal and unsettling orange glow over the rolling land. Her breathing, though labored, possessed a practiced calm that even the most practiced observer could not sense her panic. Khan thought that she was falling, flailing ceaselessly into an abyss. Her feet slapping the soil in a soothing rhythm was the only action keeping her grounded. She was slipping unwittingly into a darkness she wished not to remember.
The sun dipped gracefully toward the earth. Khan was dancing with time; she bowed to the sun and spun off, long legs twisting into shapes she could only hope would please the earth (shapes that were ancient, that were meant to stop time). As time dangled her haphazardly over a cliff, Khan begged for release. If time would drop her, allow her to fall helplessly to an uncertain death, she might not have to face the night.
As the sun burned and burned down, Khan galloped into the everlasting lavender. She slowed - first her legs . . . her breathing . . . her eyes were closing . . . her mouth gently dropping open . . . Time stood still. She beat the sun, and it winked to her congenially as it floated into the hills. Khan sneered back, angered by the teasing nature of her fickle sun. The breeze brushed her tangled locks from her eyes and with three beats she opened them. They sparkled defiantly in the waning bits of light left, all melted steel and erupting magma. Khan sighed.
Everything began to spin, the earth and it all of its counterparts were whirling erratically around her mind. Faster and faster it wheeled, zeroing in on her wild eyes. For the first time in a long time, Khan addressed the lost feeling that enveloped her.
open!!! i literally havent written a narrative in months, bear with me
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 19, 2016 17:48:40 GMT
"everything we had is faded, love
the memories ain't good enough
to take my mind off what we lost,
so I'm stuck here sipping these codeine cups"
Dracarys was the King of silence: he'd been there for hours, looking on through bright eyes as time passed and the woman effortlessly danced about the cooling lavender. He might have felt more inclined to speak if it wasn't for his hunger for her wandering soul, as if it couldn't quite reach her body, merely tried to keep up from behind. It could have been because he liked the way she danced and begged to please whatever Gods she followed. A fire seemed ablaze in her chest even though her essence was calmer than most. And the smoke black prince was self-aware, he knew how hard she practiced. It wasn't quite appreciation, but maybe it came close enough.
He didn't escape the shadows until he saw the life rippling away from her aura like a whirlpool in the ocean. He watched on as she continued to slip down the rabbit hole and considered letting her make the final choice to land, face first, into the very abyss in which terrified her. Dracarys' eyes darkened and narrowed to slits as he moved in, real close, still silent and careful. The darkness did not hinder his view like most, and as the last bit of evening slipped away, the moon made no haste in shedding light over his dark face and hers, exposing wild eyes. They burned in the back of his mind; a remembrance, something to distinguish her from all the rest. Her eyes could have told him stories he'd never even dreamed of, and he was curious.
As the son of a dragon, Dracarys took great pride in his skill to kill. But he couldn't do it. It was the wildfires that were constantly burning within her, something he'd never feel. That didn't mean he wasn't afraid of getting burned.
"How long have you been alone?"
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Post by KK on Jul 23, 2016 4:38:09 GMT
In the imminent moonlight, Khan pondered the sun. She was in awe of its power; she longed to cast rays of light with a mere flick of her tail. The sun's queen, wearing a crown of brilliance that blinded even the most self-centered. As pure as Khan hoped herself to be, she was weighed by the shadows of the night. In her realm, she was more than a body of matter blocking light from the earth. The moon was her sun's enemy, and she imagined them to be in a constant war. Khan, in her own way, sought to serve only herself.
Khan was no fool. She sensed his predatory approach several moments before he reached her. A soft, hidden growl built in the back of her throat. She was not prey, and his clear gaze made her wildly uncomfortable. As a perceptive and untouched soul, Khan could feel the lack of tumultuous waves inside of her new companion. She turned with a sinful gaze, eyes peering suspiciously into his. Khan could taste the coffee in his eyes. She mingled with splashes of color in his view, growing more and more curious by the moment. She felt as if he were an alien, dropped indelicately onto the earth, just barely disguising the scales underneath. The growl died undignified in her chest.
"How long have you been alone?" Interested, but not entirely.
She could not quite bring herself to smile, but a hesitance built inside her gut that told her it might not be the worst move. With a sensual cast of her bright eyes, Khan swayed until she was fully facing the man. She could not help herself - he was alluring in a way that drew her in and immediately threw her out.
"I'm never alone," her voice indifferent to how her eyes felt. Khan quickly stared into the moon, then back to her companion. "How long have you been alone?"
WHIPSTER. wow!! it's literally taking me forever to be ok at writing again :')
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Jul 24, 2016 1:39:06 GMT
"everything we had is faded, love
the memories ain't good enough
to take my mind off what we lost,
so I'm stuck here sipping these codeine cups"
Dracarys coiled within himself the moment her eyes met his and immediately she was making him feel something — something he had never felt before. Her eyes reminded him of pale rainclouds, the ones that smoldered and loomed overhead for hours. Watching her move was hypnotizing, like a dance pivoting for a sea of strangers, but this woman was no longer lost, but completely self aware. Dracarys pondered for a moment. He wanted to run and forget her face. But his body could not move ... It was as if he was cemented in place. When the girl spoke, lightning passed in his eyes and for once he was not uninterested. This time he was completely enveloped in her voice, teetering on the edge of existence. The feeling passed quickly when she questioned him and his dear friend loneliness. Her face mirrored someone in the midst of a gamble while her eyes animated emotions he had never dreamed existed. Dracarys felt stunned, momentarily, transfixed as the mystery girl looked on to the moon, and then back to him.
“I am always alone,” the smoke black stallion replied. It was not a lie. He victimized everyone he came across, he left no room for healthy relationships and otherwise did not care. Dracarys did not feel shame for this, either. He felt shame for being angry at her for sending electric throughout him with just a quick, quaint glance. The dragon son looked away from her and refocused onto the darkness ahead. He spoke absent mindedly, as if he had forgotten where he was. “I fear others more than I fear loneliness. Isn't that curious?”
They always labeled him odd. Since a child, since he first found more pleasure in star gazing than sparring or chasing girls and falling in love. Dracarys did not fear loneliness because it had smiled upon him more than others had. He appreciated it even more than a mothers love, even when the daughter of Calla had accepted every inch of him, including the silent killer beneath it all. Completely lost in thought, the smoke black stallion found himself again and blinked slowly. His attention moved back to the girl, realizing he was breathing heavy from his imagination when it haunted him. Dracarys pinned his ears back and he stood straight, slowly finding himself and regrouping. “You aren't from here. That much is clear.” Dracarys grinned; slowly, madly, finding himself after being lost in wonder. “So, where, then?”
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Post by KK on Jul 25, 2016 20:00:30 GMT
  The moon kissed Khan's face gently, shrouded her in equal amounts of light and shadow. She smiled distantly to herself, unsure of why she felt so warmed by the sky's cold queen. An ethereal feeling washed over her, not quite leaving her at ease but clearing her clouded mind. Khan studied her foreign friend with eyes that radiated. She was overwhelmed, in desperate need of understanding why he stared at her with such a . . . surprised gaze. An intrepid exhaustion spread like fire through her limbs - he was a code she could not crack, and a project she might be able to throw herself into. He reminded her of the loneliness that welled up inside of her at the most inconvenient times. He was, like her ambitious loneliness, alien.
"I am always alone," he answered, giving away the secrets he seemed to be hell-bent on hiding. Khan shrugged her shoulders in a way that suggested they were old friends. This was new, attempting to squeeze her way into the mind of a stranger. Typically she'd spend the night for a good fuck and slip out with his shirt in the morning. Khan did not care for intimacy, but rather wanted to curb her boredom. Or was it fear? Recently, she could not be so sure of herself. "I fear others more than I fear loneliness. Isn't that curious?" Khan covered him with a keen gaze. She had fallen down a rabbit hole she thought was just a grave.
The man was as distant as she was, his eyes glazed with memories that Khan felt connected to. He tugged at her heart, whispered to the kindness that was buried deep in her chest. Finally, she smiled at him, knowing he would not notice (and might not even care). He was out of his element, that much Khan could glean from the way he dragged himself back to reality. She blinked at him, remnants of a smile still warming her gaze. "You aren't from here. That much is clear. So, where, then?" Khan bit back a delighted giggle when he grinned, now slipping willingly into their game.
She thought back to what caught his attention in the first place - honesty. So, Khan would be honest, even if it caused her heart to seize. Discomfort rumbled like a thunderstorm in the back of her throat, spread its merciless lightning through her veins and into the very organs that gave her life. She no longer wanted to be here, was terrified of what she saw (herself) in the man before her. Her voice cracked, just the tiniest slip, "I've been here for a short while, but I'm from all over." Khan paused, her eyes smoldering with irritation and denied sadness. "I don't like to settle down, you know?" she thought she might cover up her thoughts with an innuendo, batting her lashes in the most innocent flirting.
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