03-23-2009, 10:22 PM
one more from you, then fade?
DaVinci couldn't help but laugh, though not along with the woman on his own comment but at the announcement of love and it's battlefield. Perhaps she was right but he'd rather not look at love thatway, expecially considering the fact that his love was just that. He shook his head lightly and murmured. "Only you Cwmfen.. could make love seem savage." He didn't mean the comment to be brutish, he himself had lived among the 'savage' folk of old Eire and the time there had almost made him feel at peace. He had been the black sheep of the family with his half and half bloodlines and his dark brooding ways but for once he'd found enjoyment in that instead of rebellion.
The scent of the woman was heavy in the air as the warmth of their bodies was almost too much to draw him over that line he'd held tight to. His muzzle brushed against her silky mane a moment as she spoke, her words seemed taunting, making something at the back of his mind stir like a whisper to tease and whisper in his ear he turned away. "Even after the spark has caught.. you believe it possible to hold off the raging fire.." A shadow of darkness crossed his mind, wondering if she would let another's fire be what consumed her. "And if you could.. what would you do if the fire burned on in the other.." His soul was teetering on dangerous ground but he didn't care.
He knew enough to walk away and he could feel the ache in his chest paining him even now as his mood seemed to flash from light to dark, from easy to rigid and cold. Times were changing and so was the man.
Swiftly it seemed that he rose, his frame standing over her as he leaded down, his face close to her ear as his body brushed alongside hers. He knew what she was and what a friendship could offer on a cold dreary night but the small shadow in his soul was an uneasy claim to his world. His voice was soft and deadly as he spoke. "Sometimes a friendship like that.. can be a very dangerous thing.." He didn't even wait for the woman's words as he moved on and out into the night. The burning in his soul was too much and he had to get to where the flames could eat and lick at the world without letting him feel the guilt of it all.
The male moved on towards the Quartz Shoreline and to where he could stare off towards the small islands that dotted the lands and dream once more of a darker time before the real world had engulfed his life and tried to properly groom the savage beast. Had they managed to turn his world around or was there still weeds in the garden threatening to take over.
DaVinci couldn't help but laugh, though not along with the woman on his own comment but at the announcement of love and it's battlefield. Perhaps she was right but he'd rather not look at love thatway, expecially considering the fact that his love was just that. He shook his head lightly and murmured. "Only you Cwmfen.. could make love seem savage." He didn't mean the comment to be brutish, he himself had lived among the 'savage' folk of old Eire and the time there had almost made him feel at peace. He had been the black sheep of the family with his half and half bloodlines and his dark brooding ways but for once he'd found enjoyment in that instead of rebellion.
The scent of the woman was heavy in the air as the warmth of their bodies was almost too much to draw him over that line he'd held tight to. His muzzle brushed against her silky mane a moment as she spoke, her words seemed taunting, making something at the back of his mind stir like a whisper to tease and whisper in his ear he turned away. "Even after the spark has caught.. you believe it possible to hold off the raging fire.." A shadow of darkness crossed his mind, wondering if she would let another's fire be what consumed her. "And if you could.. what would you do if the fire burned on in the other.." His soul was teetering on dangerous ground but he didn't care.
He knew enough to walk away and he could feel the ache in his chest paining him even now as his mood seemed to flash from light to dark, from easy to rigid and cold. Times were changing and so was the man.
Swiftly it seemed that he rose, his frame standing over her as he leaded down, his face close to her ear as his body brushed alongside hers. He knew what she was and what a friendship could offer on a cold dreary night but the small shadow in his soul was an uneasy claim to his world. His voice was soft and deadly as he spoke. "Sometimes a friendship like that.. can be a very dangerous thing.." He didn't even wait for the woman's words as he moved on and out into the night. The burning in his soul was too much and he had to get to where the flames could eat and lick at the world without letting him feel the guilt of it all.
The male moved on towards the Quartz Shoreline and to where he could stare off towards the small islands that dotted the lands and dream once more of a darker time before the real world had engulfed his life and tried to properly groom the savage beast. Had they managed to turn his world around or was there still weeds in the garden threatening to take over.