Hoshor Plains arabella - Printable Version

He has never journeyed to the plains. It has not interested him. However, he knows he must know. To fully understand the vast, uncharted and complicated land that surrounds the dark woods, his home, he must experiance it. He cannot make his mark on the world without walking its land, learning its secrets; Blackfeather Woods is but a tick in the surface of a grand plain, rolling hills and wide seas. He will conquer it all, silently. His footsteps part the long strands of grain, ears barely visible above the stalks as the sea of golden grass itself basks under the setting sun. He picks up no scent of a pack nearby, but treads with caution regardless; the stalks hide himself as well as any other lurkers from view, easily to be blindsided in broad-daylight. Nevertheless, he glides silently, taking in what he must and all that he can before his return to the dark woods; the feeling of a presence drawing nearer lingers in the back of his mind.

He smells his brother, the scent trail leading away from the dark woods into the great plains beyond, and he is immediately intrigued. What could his dearest brother be up to? Ganon smirked, beginning to follow the scent trail from the darkness of their birthplace to the golden waves of the Hoshor Plains.

He had ventured from Blackfeather Woods from time to time, following after his mother when she went out to gather herbs. But as far as the Plains? Never. Like his brother before him, he had all but ignored the whistling plains. It was only Vaati's interest in it that led him to the waving yellow stalks.

He tracked after his brother for sometime, seeing how close he could go before Vaati sensed him. When he thought he had gotten close enough, he raised his voice, calling to his elder sibling in the Daedric tongue Mother had taught him: Lēkia.

His relationship with his brother is... odd, to say the least. Vaati never just quite knows where they stand; the lines between enemies, brothers and something more are blurred in the most quelling way. It does not suprise him when his brother's voice calls behind him, he is unaccustomed to his presence but comfortable enough to accept it. Confliction is rarely something that dwells in the back of his mind, but in the company of Ganondorf, it claws at his brain with little sign of stopping. Halting in his tracks, he casts a look behind his shoulder, nodding once in recognision before continuing his path. Vaati is taught in the languge of his mother, but does not feel the need to respond in the same fashion. Perhaps it is to cover up the fact that he is not good at it, his tounge, failing to wrap around the intricate words in the graceful manner his brother does. It bothers him, another aspect of his brother that makes him scratch at the back of his neck in frustration. Combined with the feeling his brother's presence alone brings him — the one he can't quite place — and the lack of respect he shows for their Gods is disgraceful. With the thought of it on his mind, he wills his brother away with a sharp snarl on his lips, signalling he has no intention of walking the path he is on, in a duo.

Despite the negativity buried deep in their relationship — the curse of brothers straining for similar goals — Ganondorf is attracted to his brother. It is like magnetism — which is what he would compare it to, had he known what magnetism truly was. He draws near to his brother, urged by the nod of greeting he is given. He isn't surprised though, as he presses forward, that he is snapped at. He answers the snarl with a chuckle instead. I doubt Mother would be happy to see you responding to me in such a manner, lēkia, He digs, knowing how close the eldest brother was to their mother. He himself however, was the black sheep of the family. Too many fights with Potema had seen him practically cast out from her fold, only remaining in their communal den for blood's sake. He knows he will be the first one to leave the comfort of their home, when the time came, but he still had so much to learn from her.

He had noticed his brother's rougeish tendencies, it did not bother him up until that point. The black sheep indeed, Ganon was destined to stray farther from their family than Vaati was from their home. His brother seeks to dig into him, to strike a chord where no chord could be found, and he smirks, halting and turning to face the other. "I doubt she would care at all," He chides, sourly. The distance between mother and son is the reverse of the one Vaati holds with Potema; a connection that either his brother fails to have or simply does not want. Regardless, he takes the opportunity to snap back, shoving down what other feelings bombards his attention. Sizing up the other with evident success, he looks down upon his brother with a distaste that has no strong root but simply a feeling he cannot let go. Indifference, for a very good reason.

Vaati finally turns, giving into Ganondorf's desires. He smirks, despite the man's sharp tone. He wanted his brother's eyes on him and he got it, the icy optics firmly locked with his warmer ones. Ganon's eyes move from his brother's eyes to his body, watching him square up, raising his body to match, and eventually outmatch, his own. Ganon barked out a laugh, but it quickly rolled into a chortle, and then a full blown laughter attack as he watched his brother further. What are you trying to prove? His laugh interrupted his words and he turned away, insulting the distaste on his face. That you're taller than me? So what? He turns back around, the humor on his face warping into something more twisted. Mother likes you more, so what? He steps forward, breaking the distance between them. His nose presses against his brother's, and he hides the spark that runs through his body Iksan sȳrkta toliot ao isse sīr naenie tolī ra. He keeps his nose pressed against his brother's, stepping forward and attempting to push him back with each step he took. Mother taught me much more than she did you. Miraak trained me for much longer. He flexes his muscles then, emphasizing that even if Vaati was taller, Ganon had filled out more, from genetics and the sparring and running he had done. And you still think you're grander than I am because of favortism alone? Ñuha mijegindita rōva lēkia Vaati. Those boys are going to destroy you if that's all you have.

He listens, his tail swishing silently as his brother rants, throwing carefully worded insults in his face with very little restraint. But it is apparent that no such words could come on a whim, this is the words of a man scorned to the deepest degree. His brother feels cheated, that he is not as grand as Vaati, never to be as big or impressive as his brother that came before him, never to be blessed by the Gods and never destined to be more than the runt of the litter. Vaati shakes his head. "Oh dear brother, you've thought quite a bit about this, haven't you?" His words came with a mocking, tsk tsk, of a tone, knowing full well the mere suggestion was bound to rustle a few metaphorical feathers. "You hunger and thirst for my attention, don't you?" It is a question that does not need an answer, Ganondorf's preferences are well enough known to him. It does not bother him to the degree he outwardly suggests, but would rather use such indications and accusations to how own advantage, like he does now. Perhaps he is asking for a fight, perhaps he is simply interested in seeing how far his brother would go to protect his ego; his most simplistic reputation. Eyeing up the other, silent challenge arises within his optics, unafraid of the physical consequences it may bring.

He expected some disgust and annoyance, and waited to revel in it. But it didn't come. Ganon didn't let himself look crestfallen. He had thought about this time and time again. He had been born the runt, tiny and barely able to breath. His mother had hovered over him during his first few months, and only with his insistence did she stop, as his body expanded rapidly. He passed his sisters and soon his mother, but Vaati had long stood in his way. For every inch he grew, Vaati grew two.

But his disappointment did not last long. A sly, then sultry smile slid across his face. Mother had taught them about sex and lust and those things, and ever since that moment, he knew that despite the competition between them, Vaati was attractive. The boys that he had so hated were attractive, thugh not as much as his brother. So far no one had surpassed him. But Vaati was against it, for some strange reason. He stepped forward, pulling himself upwards to meet his nose with Vaati's. Have I got your attention, then? He teased, his voice dropping to a breathy whisper, his tongue poking out.

Ganon plays a game that Vaati is unfamiliar with, and for once in his life, he is rendered speechless. He shudders under the heat, unaccustomed to the closeness nor the suggestions his brother makes in tone and in body. Unaccustomed, unfamiliar. Vaati has never before considered the concept of sexuality nor sex, and certainly not with his brother. However, their family is quite unlike others, they do not follow traditions; he has never heard of restrictions to such taboo topics. Perhaps... there were none. He felt something, the mere radiation of Ganon's close presence sends chills down his spine, through his body like wildfire. It is undeniable, he feels an attraction like any other he has faced and before he is able to stop himself, he lets out a breathless, "Yes," But he does not feel natural coming from his mouth, like a careless whisper he has not given much thought to. Somehow, he knows where this is going. "Stop," The change of tone booms a command, warning his brother that he treads on a very thin line, one Vaati will not forget. But, he does not pull away.

He has found Vaati's weakness.

Bandying words with his brother was not the way to go. He already sees that his words simply bounce off of Vaati without even affecting him. A fight would end in pain, even if he came out victorious in the end. Vaati danced through politics with more grace than Ganon could ever muster. Vaati was better than Ganon in some aspects.

But here and now, with Vaati shuddering at the simple breath and slight press of his tongue, Ganon felt power over his brother that he had never seen before. The word that hissed from his brother's mouth was a declaration of submission. Any other words after that were simple, meaningless moans. He no longer believed in the Gods, but his middle name was auspicious. Molag Bal. The Daedric Prince of Domination.

His brother speaks another word, but he ignores it; Vaati's body didn't speak the same word that he spoke. He steps forward, bringing more of Vaati's body in contact with his own. His eyes were ablaze as he eyes his brother's body, the motions he made seemingly practiced, but it was only in his mind — he had thought of this time and time again. His tongue extends and traces down his brother's lips, and down to his throat.

Ganon leaves his neck exposed in an effort to seduce him, and for less than a second, it almost works. However, Vaati snaps out of it quickly and snarls, clamping his jaws down on the skin of his brother's neck. His rage at this point would not stop him from drawing blood; the mere thought of such futile emotion almost causing him to lapse in judgment. Perhaps his brother was his weakness, but he would not let it show. Not now, at least.

He enjoys the feeling of his tongue against his brother's neck, but for just a moment. It's a moment he savors, even as Vaati's teeth meets his own neck. He gasps in fear for a second, but it is a second tha tpasses quickly. His opened mouth slides into a smirk, then he bursts into laughter. Oh, come on! He barks out, wincing at the pain that ensues from his moving throat against Vaati's fangs. You want to end that so quickly? You enjoyed it, He lets his voice slide into a hoarse, sultry whisper. We barely started, He gives him one last tease before clamping his mouth shut, standing there. Not moving or fighting.

He releases the hold on his brother's neck. "No," For a quick moment, fear had shone in his eyes as his brother winced in pain against his teeth, but quickly turned around when the boy had begun to laugh. But the situation in which they now faced was no laughing matter. It pushed boundaries meant only for Game of Throne characters; Ganondorf did not see it that way. He treated Vaati's discoverable sexuality and emotions with mockery, like a bad joke at a dinner party. Perhaps it meant little to his brother, but the eldest child felt insulted. Perhaps, even hurt. However, his brother's advances proved too much, too much to resist despite the bitter anger he felt towards how he was currently being treated. It was an uncomfortable situation that he had no charge on, the ball rolled entirely in Ganondorf's court; a feeling among many he was not accustomed to at that moment in time. "At least... not here," He briefly glances around. Perhaps these things were better exchanged in private than in the open to any wandering eyes. Particularly, the eyes of his family. One day he would learn of the relations shared between his uncles and would not feel so distraught at feeling the way he did; it was a tradition in his family to break tradition, to push beyond the moral barriers that day-to-day wolves would not even consider. It was something to take pride in, at times. And in others, something to fear and distance from.

He breathes a sigh of relief as Vaati's teeth leaves his neck. His elder brother had a strong grip on him then, and there were brief moments where he feared death at his brother's jaws, though he does not if Vaati would resort to fratricide as a way of hiding his lusts. He shifted his jaws, twisting and stretching out his neck as he watched Vaati's internal monologue. His body stops with Vaati's whispered words, and his eyes open with excitement and lust mingled in his ember-like eyes. Where? He whispered, sliding in once more into Vaati's space. He is wary now of his brother lashing out once more, but he knows that he had finally conceded. Ganon smirks once more, his tongue poking out from between his teeth as if to tease his brother. Surely you know somewhere hidden for the both of us, right?

His brother seems surprised enough at his willing words, leaning in closer and closer to revel in the company of Vaati's supposed taboo thoughts. But that is not the case, and he smirks moments before lunging at his brother's neck and throwing him to the ground. Perhaps his previous words rang some inner truth; the boy desired his brother in a way he did not his sister, but it did not extend to the promiscuity Ganondorf suggested. Not yet. Instead, he took the opportunity to put his younger in his place, ultimately showing the older, bigger brother was not to be trifled with. Ganon would have his words, his way of mind-manipulation, but the boy Vaati did too - and he was not to be fooled at his own game.

His lust gets the better of him. He leans closer to Vaati once more. He should have expected it really. He did, but wrote it off at small probability. He thought that he had his brother in his grasp, but the tables had turned. He closed his eyes to steal a kiss with his brother, only to open them again with his face in the dirt. Qogralbar! he curses sharply. He lost it, his domination. Sweet words weren't enough to bend Vaati to his will. Not yet at least. For now Ganondorf would have to fight back — but he didn't want to force him, no, but he would if he had to. Ganon's leg found its way against Vaati's stomach and kicked. He slanted it as best he could to hit Vaati's groin if he could, scorning him for ignoring his lusts.

His brother's sharp kick lands and nearly knocks the wind out of him, startling Vaati with an unexpected release of air. However, he quickly covers up his surprise with a fierce return snarl as Ganon's footing searches for his under areas. For a second he feels something, something he likes that Ganondorf would likely smirk at, but shakes the feeling from his focus, instead, opting to rather drag his brother by his neck to the ground. He bites hard, and he yanks forcefully and will likely draw blood, but he doesn't care. He is proving his point, Ganondorf's "dominance" is an idea simply entertained by Vaati, but never taken seriously. It is time that the younger realizes it, for it won't be tolerated much longer.

Ganondorf casts aside his previous mocking and teasing. He pays no attention to where his foot, even if it nudges the place that he had sought after. He merely sees the hesitation, and takes the opportunity to push himself upwards against Vaati, hoping to hit his brother's muzzle forcefully with his own weight. His legs scramble to support himself, someone standing even as Vaati tries to push him down towards the ground once more. He pushes back, determined to throw Vaati off of him.

There is very little drive in his attack, lacking the spirit he usually carries when inflicting harm upon his victims. Perhaps it is because he does not see his brother as a victim, no; he figures his brother would quite enjoy that. So, it does not come as a surprise to himself that when Ganon shoves him backward, he simply slides off of him and turns the other way, not sparing his brother another glance as he trots off purposefully in the other direction. The intent is clear, he does not want anything else to do with him. Not at that present moment in time. Vaati has made his point clear, and rather stiffly does he walk away, unable to identify the emotions that currently consume him. It is confusing, young love. Even more so when the subject of said taboo affection happened to be one's own brother.