M - a shifting tide

Kesho Maisha · 10-24-2010, 09:50 PM

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WARNING This thread contains: strong language and strong sexual content starting with the 3rd and 26th posts. Reader discretion is advised.

For Hybrid! Big Grin Sorry if this post has strange continuity, I'm just getting back into roleplaying after about 5-6 years absence. :> WC: 563

Kesho Maisha

Once, Kesho had frequented the beach belonging to the clan, which had looked quite similar to the area which was now claimed proudly and thoroughly by the Inferni clan The shore was unforgettable; he'd so many fond and treacherous memories there. Of love and friendship, defeat and entanglement. Although this wasn't exactly the same beach, its tide carried the exact same water nonetheless, and it comforted the tired coy on a deeper level than even he could describe. Only recently had he experienced the unquenchable desire to return to such a place of structure and familiarity. As he walked the coastline, Kesho took increasingly deep breaths, each one calming and centering him. He was finally home. It felt so good. A large wave crashed frothily near him, creating a deafening but divine sound upon which he lingered for quite some time. The intense spray soaked his visage and dampened his coat in its entirety. It had been long since he'd felt such a sense of freedom, despite having been alone and without order previously.

As quickly as he had expressed his joy at returning, however, the mentality of the place also overcame him. Again he would be able to prowl, infused with an unholy desire to strike fear into those who crossed him, without the shame of having no one to share it with. It wasn't that he was a purely evil being, no. Kesho was a controllable monster; at least, while his other side was held at bay. Now, he'd be able to pride himself on his ability to shun his morality and inflict pain upon his enemies. Yes, yes... watch them bleed, writhe in agony, soak in pools of their own blood! , moaned a voice in his head hungrily. The male instantly became tense, and forced his mind closed to this distraction. No, you can't have me now..., he growled back inwardly. This inner fight was nearly constant, and sometimes Kesho was unable to maintain control. Sometimes, the beast would release itself into the rusty canine's shell, overtaking him and erupting turmoil upon those around him. Sometimes, his other didn't care about friend from foe. Rarely, this happened, but when it did it was no beautiful scene. Regaining control for Kesho in those circumstances takes incredible willpower. Thankfully, keeping himself in check was easy enough, for now.

The bronzed coyote traipsed into the shallow water, splashing about in light play. Spanking the water with his cream paws and attempting to catch the droplets on his tongue, Kesho was creating quite the sight. Slight age wasn't stopping this coy from acting as though he were a teenager again, the last time he danced in these pools. A large grin flooded his features as his play become increasingly gymnastic, performing flips and spins like a silly child. Pausing finally, now on his back and soaking wet in the cold water of the beach, Kesho glanced up at the evening sky. It was nearly dark, and the stars were beginning to appear on the dark canvas above him. The stunningly content male was anxious to make the acquaintance of his new kin, yet his body relaxed into the cold sand, the frigid water shifting around him. His eyes lingered upward upon the astrology above him, causing him to become entranced with its beauty, the feeling of an enthralling, unusual calm descending over him.

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