06-16-2008, 06:59 PM
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mature content warning. told you he'd do it one day. :| damn tree-rapists..
Hands explored the length of her body, pressing against silver fur as muzzle buried itself in her dark hair. "Oh, Mother," he whispered into her ear, pushing himself inside. Claws sunk into her flesh, bringing forth crimson and the sweet, metallic scents of blood and sex. Body moved in rhythm, release growing closer with each second, but the scene changed. Kaena vanished and he fell in a pile to the cold, wet earth. Raindrops were falling all around him and his hair was wet and cold. He was lying in a pool of mud, alone and cold as the pleasing images that'd only moments ago filled his skull faded, replaced by harsh reality. Pushing back his hair, Samael could smell blood on his hands beneath the caked dirt.
Fresh cuts ached on his body and further examination revealed deep gashes in the bark of the tree whose roots he found himself lying at. Quiet laugh escaped his lips, pushing himself up from the mud. What had he done now? He'd begun to even stop wondering anymore. The Angel had stolen his memory, and Samael was used to never knowing anymore. As long as His radiant light continued to guide his way, the Prince was content. Zombie-like, he moved, heading back toward the heart of Inferni. There was no destination or purpose in mind as of yet, but as always something would appear and show itself to him. Something indeed.
Hands explored the length of her body, pressing against silver fur as muzzle buried itself in her dark hair. "Oh, Mother," he whispered into her ear, pushing himself inside. Claws sunk into her flesh, bringing forth crimson and the sweet, metallic scents of blood and sex. Body moved in rhythm, release growing closer with each second, but the scene changed. Kaena vanished and he fell in a pile to the cold, wet earth. Raindrops were falling all around him and his hair was wet and cold. He was lying in a pool of mud, alone and cold as the pleasing images that'd only moments ago filled his skull faded, replaced by harsh reality. Pushing back his hair, Samael could smell blood on his hands beneath the caked dirt.
Fresh cuts ached on his body and further examination revealed deep gashes in the bark of the tree whose roots he found himself lying at. Quiet laugh escaped his lips, pushing himself up from the mud. What had he done now? He'd begun to even stop wondering anymore. The Angel had stolen his memory, and Samael was used to never knowing anymore. As long as His radiant light continued to guide his way, the Prince was content. Zombie-like, he moved, heading back toward the heart of Inferni. There was no destination or purpose in mind as of yet, but as always something would appear and show itself to him. Something indeed.