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i'm not afraid of god, i am afraid of man
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Weanling
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Post by JUNI! on Mar 26, 2024 20:59:02 GMT -7
 a d o r a
adora knew she had already spent too much time away from her home, yet she could not bring herself to leave the free lands. the whirling in her stomach was merely a passing thought, right? she was not the kind of mare that trusted the words of a man - but there was something enticing about the way darkness cradled salem's entire being. it was a shameful feeling, really, one she wasn't sure she should be entertaining given her position in life. a sigh escaped her, cerulean eyes casting up toward the skies. ah, yes, spring had made it's arrival and she knew she should be relishing in it. instead, she pondered about anything, everything else.
the open plains offered her a spot to soak in the sun, at least.
eventually, the thoughts of the stallion quelled with the lull of the breeze passing through the grasses. they swept across her legs, leaving ghostly tingles in their wake. sleep wasted no time taking her. muscles unclenched from the past days travels, adora let her eyes blink closed.
the mare had no idea how much time had passed when she came back to. something in the distance crossed her sonars, and the palomino opened her eyes after a pause to consider her surroundings. adora lifted her head, a deep breath pooling in her lungs as she surveyed the quieted grass. nothing had changed; adora was alone, and the song birds sang some many miles away. with a flicker of her ear, she stretched her back out, tipping a hoof and shaking out her platinum tendrils.
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Post by medilic on Mar 31, 2024 15:12:38 GMT -7
 Salem had found himself curious after his meeting with the golden goddess. She had sparked his interest and was willing to enter his world even with the warning he gave her, it was a statement he could only describe as enticing. And it was also a promise he would make sure she fulfilled. He had wondered when he should finally hunt down that pretty golden mare to show her just how true to his word he was, he wanted to ensnare her in him. Capture her attention and keep it all for himself, he wanted to be greedy with her. To drink in every fiber of her being, and what's worse? He wanted her to want it too. He wanted her to crave his attention, his darkness. The very fiber of his being. He craved to possess her until she did not know where she stopped and where he began. It was a delectable thought; one he would put into action slowly. If he had been right -and he was usually- she would already be thinking about the obsidian beast, wondering if his promises were true. A part of him didn't even know yet where the lie started and ended and where the truth began, perhaps some of it overlapped until he learned more about her.
He was hungry, and at the moment that was the very feeling that he let consume him. He would let himself stalk her, find her very scent within the grounds of the free lands. Something exciting perhaps she knew to some degree he would track her down, or at the least she had hoped for it. His banner lashed and his nares widened as he took in her smell, hunger evident in his eyes as he began to stalk her like she was his prey. His strides overtake the distance between them rather quickly, feeding off of a desire to see his new plaything again. He still did not know exactly how long he wanted to entertain himself with her, how long she would be interesting to his corrupted mind. But at this very moment, she had crawled through the corners of his mind overtaken every thought in his very brain, and became an obsession. It was unhealthy, and he was thrilled. He was captured by her, for now. After all his obsession, and the possessiveness that came with it often wore off rather quickly. And he did not think this would be any different, or maybe he did not let himself dwell on thinking it could be.
Then his onyx eyes landed on her, and his nares took in a deep shuddering breath. It filled his lungs with the scent of her, and an overwhelming desire that filled his being and made him want to call to her. But he did not, he wanted the attraction to fester. To grow until neither of them could handle it, and then and only then would he let himself capture her in the moment. He wanted to see how she would act once she craved him, he wanted to see if he could make her become obsessed with his presence. He was not new to the feeling of obsession; he believed it was the closest thing he could feel to love. But for him, emotions were always fickle, obsession could vanish just as quickly as it developed for Salem. Maybe it was part of his disorder, the rapid shift in emotion, in attachment. He could only feel in extremes, and even then, it was not usually ever healthy.
He cleared his mind of the thought, lifting his cranial high as he took Adora in. She was beautiful, he could not get over the way her golden pelt glimmered in the sun as if she was bejeweled. As soon as he had gotten his fill of staring at her, he shook his head and approached slowly. "Adora, my dear, I believe I must say I am rather surprised to run into you here." It was teasing, but a slight lie on his part. After all, he did just track her down, but he must play a little innocent. "Sunbathing, I see? Did you come out here to think of anything in particular?" his voice dropped just slightly, it was flirting and heavy. His eyes found hers as he came to stand in front of her, longing to stare into those azure depths of hers.
TAGGED - JUNI!
WORDS - 737
MUSE - better ! sorry for the wait !
NOTES - he a lil crazy don't mind him
"Speech"
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