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- Kesho Maisha - 01-02-2011 [html] Sorry to jump on this, but I'm itching to write with Kesho a bit. Lol. :> WC: 518 Kesho had expected exactly nothing from Hybrid after he explained his shortcomings, his flaw in morality. It was something that was hard to overcome. Yes, he was working towards it, but those old prejudices couldn't help but creep up. He didn't want to feel like he had to explain himself to Hybrid, but felt it anyways. The old man sighed; he could tell that this man held their Aquila in high regard, and Kesho's attention darted away briefly, if only to escape the persistently ominous feeling of being doubted. It was difficult for him to explain what troubled his mind. Even he did not fully know, but there was more to it than simple prejudice. You've always got me here, Kesho... the voice in his head cooed tortuously. The man winced slightly, then cleared his throat. Hybrid spoke now, and Kesho turned his attentions immediately to the other man. “Inferni’s lost some of its glory, but we’re still alive,” spoke Hybrid. “Too many fucking wolves in the clan now. And stupid members. We got plenty of those. Fucking Syemv scum in our fucking clan,” the man concluded with a hiss. Kesho nodded fervently at this. He could not agree more. It's true, the glory days were long gone, but the clan was still something to be proud of. It was also fact that several of the clan's members were not the sharpest in the bunch, and they could probably do just fine without them. He thought of Izaak, the lovable child that couldn't seem to grasp any concept of reality Kesho had attempted to throw at him. There was also Sepirah, whose eyes judged too quickly. He knew little about her, but was unsure how to feel. She couldn't be trusted yet, that was certain. "Yeah. At least we're alive..." he agreed, trailing off, slight hesitence and certain reminiscence in his voice. No, now was not a time to get lost in memories again. He looked up at Hybrid, red eyes dark again. "It doesn't feel the same, that's for sure." he sighed. "I chased off a wolf not long ago; he didn't even know how to fight. Back then, that wolf better have come prepared." his eyes narrowed, remembering his brief but invigorating encounter with Shawchert. "They aren't so afraid, anymore. I wonder why..." But he knew why. If there were wolf hybrids, near-wolves, in a coyote clan like this, then the pureblooded wolf beasts wouldn't know that they were untrustworthy. There was hardly any of that fear left. Should it be revived? Could it be revived? Really, Kesho didn't know. Maybe it was better this way. "Maybe it's better." he said it, but didn't really mean it. So why even say it? he thought to himself. Because you're a pussy who just wants to agree with everyone to make himself feel better! screamed the response in his head. Oh, how he wished that would go away. It was tormenting. Sometimes, he really believed those thoughts. .kesholeafwall b {font-weight:bold; color:#241204; letter-spacing:1px; } .kesholeafwall .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .kesholeafwall p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .kesholeafwall {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#8c7760; background-image:url(http://solacerp.net/Orin/Kesho_Leafwall_3.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #36200f; padding: 300px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c8b8a1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #52483e;} </style> [/html] - Hybrid Holocaust - 01-04-2011 No problem! (389) [html] [/html] - Kesho Maisha - 01-08-2011 [html] WC: 523 Hybrid did not need many words to convey his meaning, his immediate and unrelenting anger at the mere suggestion of Inferni being better now. How dare Kesho even think that. You're a piece of shit for even saying that, thinking that, Kesho. You're just a dumb son of a bitch, aren't you? The voice screamed at him in a terrible anger to match Hybrid's, and the Hastati quickly became tense. Now, he was in a position that could quickly be compromised; his demeanor was weakened by this sudden outburst of anger from both sides. Fortifying his mind, the man braced as the words came booming from Hybrid's throat, spittle flying from his venomous tongue. “Never say that,” the warrior spat at Kesho, rage in every word. “Never!” Hybrid yelled. Kesho could hardly breathe, frozen with the uncommon feeling of strict anxiety. It never crossed his mind that he might spark a fight between himself and this man, but if he had to defend himself, he would. The older man took a step back as Hybrid drew closer, a snarl forming on his own mouth in response. “Never think that Inferni could be less than it once was. That would be like… like treason.” Hybrid spoke, threatening. Kesho had known it had been stupid to say those words. Words he didn't even believe. The second he had spoken them, he wished to take them back. Now, of course, that was not an option. The rust colored man braced himself, steadying his mind and mouthing a response. "I know...I...--" he managed to sputter; grief, confusion, and regret were all written on his face. Why was he not more careful with his words? "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. It's wrong. I know it is." he said bitterly, glancing away. He felt like a lost puppy, ridiculous, helpless. Foolish. Stupid. "It will just never be the same, to me. I keep trying to chase that dream, those days. I won't ever catch it. I need to move on. I know." he sighed, frustrated-- with himself, with every decision he'd made. He should never have left. He watched as Hybrid seemed to force himself to relax, but Kesho did not, and kept his dark, wary eyes carefully on the man. If he let his guard slip, he would not be able to retaliate in time. A glance at Hybrid, and he hoped that now, he was out of danger. "Hybrid, I have as much faith in and devotion dedicated to Inferni as you do. I just hope it will be worth it. It has to be, or else what is there to live for?" his words oozed out slowly; he was unsure of himself. He tiptoed carefully with his speech, chose his words with extreme care. His muzzle snapped shut, and stayed that way. The easiest way to be sure he didn't say something improper again was to simply not speak. The old man was standing, ears pinned back against his skull, small in comparison to Hybrid's. Now was not the time for a fight, but he was prepared nonetheless. Blood red eyes were narrowed slightly in concentration, studying Hybrid's every move. .kesholeafwall b {font-weight:bold; color:#241204; letter-spacing:1px; } .kesholeafwall .ooc { font-style:italic; padding:0px; font-family:verdana, sans-serif; font-size:11px;} .kesholeafwall p {text-indent:25px; padding:5px 10px; margin:0px;} .kesholeafwall {margin:0px auto; width:400px; background-color:#8c7760; background-image:url(http://solacerp.net/Orin/Kesho_Leafwall_3.png); background-position:top center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:1px solid #36200f; padding: 300px 0px 10px 0px; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size:12px; color:#c8b8a1; line-height:16px; letter-spacing:.5px; text-align:justify; text-shadow: 1px 1px 1px #52483e;} </style> [/html] - Hybrid Holocaust - 01-09-2011 673. Soooooo. Yeah. Next post = you know what! (Also, I edited in a mature template) [html] [/html] - Kesho Maisha - 01-09-2011 [html] SSWM: 659 What the fuck is this crazy bastard doing, Kesho? You've got yourself in a real pickle now, haha. Oh, this will be fun... a sinister voice echoed in Kesho's mind, toying with him, teasing him, and taunting him. It was working all too well. What was Hybrid doing, though? The man stood there, not really moving, but breathing quite heavily. And then, out of nowhere, the man started laughing. Not a normal laugh, either. It was crazed, maniacal almost. Was it what Kesho said? He didn't, but a brow lowered, scrutinizing the man before him, trying to keep his mind working properly to assess this situation. It wasn't working, though. This crazy fucker's going to rip your heart out and eat it, Kesho! And I will be there to watch your blood spill! the voice screamed; he was obviously anticipating bloodshed, but Kesho was quite unsure. He did not think the man wanted to attack him...not really. Kesho found himself pacing side to side slightly, a nervous tick for situations like this, when his only option was to wait and see, wait and see... And then, Hybrid spoke. “The clan’s fucking irrelevant. In one way. Fuck, Inferni was glorious before, but it’s the coyotes who make it who it is. Er, fuck it, it’s not the clan. The clan has the idea, but half the members are snivelling idiots. Gabriel and Kaena matter, but fuck, even the old Inferni had your fuckers. Fucking Syemv traitors and whatfuck, yeah?” Hybrid said, eerily stalking in a messy half-circle as he spoke. “You had better fucking have your motherfucking devotion or you’re just another piece of shit like the rest of them dumb fuckers. Fuck, you don’t need these big fucking ideas of what’s good or wrong. Just fucking know it." Kesho found himself nodding in enthusiastic agreement throughout Hybrid's speech. He had never found anyone who spoke how he felt so clearly, so exactly. He felt the same way. Hybrid's words were hypnotic, and Kesho could not help but feel infected by the man's passion, his anger, his fire. Hybrid was rambling now, but Kesho managed to follow his train of though, if only barely. There was something so fascinating about Hybrid now, and Kesho could not pull his eyes away from this. Those words were golden, those ideals he missed so greatly. The older man clung to each word Hybrid spoke, treating them like diamonds. This man speaks the truth, Kesho! How can there be traitors in our clan, while we still survive? They need to be punished... the blood-hungry voice screamed again. Purge the clan of those filthy creatures! Kesho's thoughts were running rampant. “Fuck, it’s not Inferni who I fight for, it’s fucking Gabriel. He knows it. He’s worth more than all of fucking Inferni.” Hybrid added lastly. The only other response Kesho could give to Hybrid's moment of rambled clarity was a curt nod and a grunt of agreement. His body relaxed slightly, but he was still a bit tense, still unsure of the man's intention. Hybrid's adoration for Gabriel was clear, and it seemed to only take this alone to generate a swelling of admiration for the Aquila in Kesho; how strangely Hybrid's words affected him. “Fuck, okay, shift into Optime. You can do that, right?” Hybrid said quickly, his red eyes echoing Kesho's own. "Of course..." Kesho said simply, although it had only been several months that he'd known how to shift, or even had the ability. Why shift? Why now? Kesho was utterly confused, but did not disobey the command. He began the transformation immediately, allowing his bones to lengthen, fur to thicken, and skull to change shape. His height increased greatly, and his naked form stood at slightly below six feet, and about 180 pounds. He was not a very large coyote, but his old body was well-muscled, his dirty, orange fur dappled with grey from age. The Hastati felt a slight comfort in this form, now, releasing him from some of the pain in his joints. Immediately after he shifted, he felt his mind being torn. Kesho, let me take this body! I will have so much more fun than you would... the voice in his head demanded to take over, but Kesho denied him. Fuck off! his thoughts screamed back, trying to remain in the world of reality. Hybrid had shifted before him, and the man looked quite similar to himself, strangely, although several years younger and significantly more lean. "What now?" he asked seriously, red eyes set on the man before him, unable to keep his curiosity in, seeking his next instructions. .kesho-929 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .kesho-929 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kesho-929 b {color:#DEEAF3; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .kesho-929 {background-color:#8C9398; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/kesho.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#12191F; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 150px 0px; } .kesho-929-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Hybrid Holocaust - 01-13-2011 (458). [html] Kesho’s response was quick and swift – he nodded in all the right places and agreed to shift into Optime form when Hybrid requested. This pleased the Tessarius greatly and he was not used to such unconditional compliance. Well, certainly not anymore at least! It was only half a month ago that he’d come across the sour and petulant Silas Agata, whom he had tried so hard to show the error of his ways only to come to blows in a physical confrontation. Hybrid still didn’t think he had done anything wrong – Silas was the one at fault for being so damn slimy and weedy.[/html] - Kesho Maisha - 01-17-2011 [html] Sorry 'bout the wait! Oh man, I hope this works. Lol. Definite unexplored territory for me, too, in terms of RP. BUT FUN! SSWM: 603 Maybe Kesho had been blinded by his pursuit of authority, for his desire to obey. Or maybe there was something irresistible about this hybrid man that he could not escape. Perhaps it was a combination of both. Whatever the true answer, the older man could not help but feel a sense of longing as he watched Hybrid's reaction and subsequent action to Kesho's transformed body. He was being sized up, stared at; he felt as if every inch of him was being judged, and felt an immediate need to exceed any of the expectations Hybrid had made. Though it was still unclear to the graying man what exactly was happening, his head was cloudy with adrenaline; a near fight with this brute, and now this? He would not disobey; fighting with the man would be fruitless, and both would end up unnecessarily injured. How would that look, too, fighting with his own clan-mates? So, instead of a fight, Kesho allowed his crimson eyes to follow Hybrid's body in return. The other man's muscles were not large, but it was obvious they carried much strength. The Hastati did not doubt Hybrid's ability, if his presence alone was any indication of his experienced body. "Lay down," Hybrid commanded in simple verse. Like an obedient puppy, he did so. His mind first wondered; where, how, on what side? But it became clear that it probably did not matter much, or Hybrid would likely have specified. Now, his body floated to the ground, eyes always watching Hybrid's, knowing that his own form was being studied. He lay, head propped on top of a bent elbow, watching the man with narrow eyes. Appreciation for the bodily form was not something strange or foreign to Kesho, and once again the old Hastati traced the outlines of his companion's frame, some oddly primal hunger arising in him. “I’m going to fuck you now.” came the next words from Hybrid's mouth. Simple, dispassionate. There was no verbal response from Kesho; he did not see it necessary. Here he was, already prostrate before his acquaintance, who now had such strong control over him, it was nearly embarrassing. That flame inside of him, the fire that burned through his whole body now, was all that kept him from disobeying, from fleeing, from attacking. He was naked already, as he always was; the occasional scarf adorned his body, but nothing else. Even the scarf had been abandoned today, for preference of lupus form. Now, it seemed inadequate. At Hybrid's words, Kesho had felt himself becoming more aroused. There was something so inescapably desirable about this raggedy looking warrior commanding him; and he would obey. Encased in it's sheath, his member twitched at the prospect of action. It had been far too long since his last sexual encounter; in truth, he'd been avoiding it. He never thought his next time would be with a man, but here he was, following orders without question or logic. The logical part of his brain was on vacation, and the blood continued to flow to his now twitching member at the mere thought of fucking. Or of being fucked. Any thoughts of Inferni or it's meaning were gone now, in this youth-like moment of flooding, rushing hormones. He didn't think about what Hybrid was trying to prove to him anymore, and instead stared hard at his companion. This was all new to Kesho; he was excited at the prospect, and did not for a moment consider that his sexuality might be in question. "Okay." he said in agreement; a hardly necessary response. .kesho-929 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .kesho-929 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kesho-929 b {color:#DEEAF3; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .kesho-929 {background-color:#8C9398; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/kesho.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#12191F; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 150px 0px; } .kesho-929-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Hybrid Holocaust - 01-22-2011 309. [html] [/html] - Kesho Maisha - 01-22-2011 [html] >:3 SSWM: 382 Hybrid was laughing, but Kesho did not know why. In all honesty, he didn't really care; his gaze followed Hybrid's body with interest. Never before had he looked at a man in this way, and he may never again. There was something about Hybrid that held him captive, readily obeying his word. Kesho had no time to dispute with himself over whether or not this was a good or a bad idea. He needed release. His body was old, but his of his important parts still worked, and needed attention. It quickly became obvious those particularly sensitive parts had been ignored for too long; he could feel his own dick pressing against his stomach as he lay there, and let out a vague pant of lust, or desire, or whatever it was. He needed it. Before he'd realized it, Hybrid's face and body were in front of Kesho's, and his dark red eyes rose to meet their twins. The man blinked, his head instinctively moving back a few inches in surprise, but he quickly relaxed. Hybrid spoke to him now, his voice inches from Kesho's ears, commanding and strong. “Turn over,” Hybrid instructed simply, “Onto your back.” Their eyes met again, and Kesho kept contact as he quietly obeyed, pushing himself up with his hands, moving to sit up first before readjusting himself. The older man leaned back now, placing his legs where his head had been before. Crimson eyes glanced over at the other man again before he relaxed slightly, propping his head up a little with his hands. He realized now that his unfortunately hard dick was right near Hybrid's face. The mere feeling of anyone's hot breath near his genitals brought a quickened pace to his heart, and a shiver through his body. Of course, last time it had been a woman. Ah, well. Kesho's slight embarrassment was clear in his face; it had been too long since he'd been with someone-- anyone-- in this way, and his inflated member gave a twitch in anticipation. Kesho only hoped he was an adequate partner, lover, fuck buddy, or whatever he was to this battle-torn man. This was not love, of course; just the mutual relief of long pent up frustration. Wasn't that right? .kesho-929 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .kesho-929 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kesho-929 b {color:#DEEAF3; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .kesho-929 {background-color:#8C9398; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/kesho.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#12191F; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 150px 0px; } .kesho-929-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] - Hybrid Holocaust - 02-02-2011 Fade to black soon? :3 [html] [/html] - Kesho Maisha - 02-18-2011 [html] derpaderpa WC: 226 Kesho had stopped breathing without realizing it as he watched this battle torn man lower himself to Kesho's groin, straddling him. It wasn't until Hybrid's soft tongue made contact with the coyote's pulsing member that he took a breath. A small inhale, almost a gasp. His face showed no emotion other than a vague hint of surprise. The old purebred had become lost in this moment, mesmerized by the event and shocked at his own actions. But that didn't keep him from enjoying it. As he exhaled a breath, a small moan accompanied it, barely audible to even his ears. Still, how embarrassing. But either Hybrid was good at what he was doing, or Kesho really just hadn't gotten laid in that long. He clenched crimson eyes shut, body tensing with pleasure as Hybrid's mouth engulfed Kesho's dick, the warmth nearly unbearable. The other man's hand roamed his thigh and Kesho's hips rose in response, guiding his dick as it bobbed in and out of Hybrid's skilled mouth. It was an unfortunately short amount of time before Kesho couldn't hold back anymore, and allowed his body to spasm and release, muscles tensing all at one and relaxing again in waves. He exhaled a groan, teeth clenched, but he his eyes avoided Hybrid, for now. .kesho-929 .ooc {font-style:italic; } .kesho-929 p {padding:2px 20px; margin:0px; text-indent:35px;} .kesho-929 b {color:#DEEAF3; letter-spacing:-.2px; } .kesho-929 {background-color:#8C9398; background-image:url(http://sleepyglow.net/souls/gifts/2010dec/kesho.png); background-position:bottom center; background-repeat:no-repeat; border:2px solid #000000; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size:12px; color:#12191F; letter-spacing:.4px; word-spacing:.3px; line-height:16px; width:450px; text-align:justify; padding:10px 0px 150px 0px; } .kesho-929-border {width:454px; border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:0 auto;} </style>[/html] |