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God looks on in abject apathy [m] - Raimo - March 25, 2021
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In the twilight before dawn Raimo left the mountain. It was his first moment of egress since his arrival there. So many days spent hunting those slopes, patrolling the reach of the spine, protecting the sleeping place of the woman who would become his lover — wasted.
He needed to be away from it all.
The route to the quarry wasn't a difficult one to follow; it was winding as it snaked low beyond the spine, with the soil becoming scattered bits of gravel. Shards of quartz littered his path, glowing with refracted light.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy - Jakoul - March 25, 2021
vague about jakoul's status @ yuelong but wanted to jump in here!
Everything seemed new, even if old things had returned to the former Morta.
On the coast existed a place of home, whether they accepted it or not. Maegi's presence would beckon like a siren's song and the woman would not shy away from it. Except some nights she drifted out further from the shore. Into places that seemed wholly otherworldly and reminded her of a simpler time. A time in the woods with places that she could feel in her bones. A great summons from something beyond.
Not once had she willingly ignored a summons.
This one had lead her here, on the course to meet someone new and yet...eerily familiar. It was not quite a mirror, but it felt close. His form sleek and trim in proper fashion. Whereas she was ungodly narrowed into bones and sinew, accompanied by tall ears and a sharp face. Not to mention the pale moons she stole for eyes.
So alike. So different.
A soft, warbled sound slipped free from her. A summon to him that she hoped he would not ignore.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy - Raimo - March 25, 2021
He sensed a presence before he saw her, and even after spotting the gaunt figure Raimo thought it could be his own shadow at first glance. When it moved opposite his own action he knew better, and paused mid-stride to observe them.
The surrounding quarry was pale by comparison to the two shadows. Still, she moved between the exposed stones with a familiar grace, barely disturbing the dust let alone the shards of piled rock.
There was a moment that Raimo thought to move on. He was not here for the company of others — but something drew him closer, and he prowled in his pantherine way towards her regardless of his true feelings.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy - Jakoul - March 25, 2021
Ensnared, she felt a growing boulder of confidence settled in her deep chest.
While he approached with a way that whispered of apex predator, she stayed still. Lowered herself some so that she was more hunched than she already had been. Granted her neck reached out, nose pointed in his direction so that she might smell every detail that his scent carried. It painted a scene of others. Except those others were not here.
It was them.
Two shadows stark against the pale lands.
It was with a graceful slowness that the dark woman's tail swayed behind her. The sight of its tip peeking out on either side of her lithe frame if one watched its motions.
That was her silent invitation to him. He may come as close, or far, as he wished to be with her. She would not turn down his quiet companionship in this foreign place.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy - Raimo - March 25, 2021
As much as he wanted to move on, her invitation drew him in. So did the turn of her attention towards him, the reach. As if he was worth the time, and possible threat, of having close. He wondered how close he could get before she would drive him away.
With a feigned indifference Raimo approached so that he could extend his snout and share a sniff with her, his whiskers trembling. She smelled of the spring air and the sea, which told him she had traveled quite far. It explained her ragged quality too — she wasn't unattractive for how thin she had become, but it was clear by the length of her body and assumed age that she wasn't at full strength.
She reminded him of the first time Raimo had seen Kukutux. Weak, injured, in need of someone to rescue her. He licks his lips thoughtfully and then looks back over his shoulder, towards the spine he had abandoned for the morning.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy - Jakoul - March 25, 2021
Her goal would have been to beckon him closer, be the siren song that so many things had been for her. Instead his gaze trailed away from her towards some indescribable thing far away. A sight that meant as much as ash to the lean beast. A spine upon which something rested that did not occupy the same space in her mind as it did his.
It would be a low, cooing based sound that escaped her frail throat. A plea for his attention to return to where she summoned it.
If she was blessed with the permission to, she aimed to weasel her way close enough to touch and be touched. She yearned to know what the trim man felt like. How the thickness of his coat might feel against the shortness of hers, what laid beneath said coat.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy - Raimo - March 25, 2021
He could not stop thinking of what Kukutux meant to him. What the spine was, and all the work he had done. It was not enough for any of them. Raimo did not deserve the dismissal he felt; so when the woman crooned to him he turned and listened, called to her as once he was called by the moon-woman.
Laying low as she was, Raimo towered over her. He moved to press his nose against her cheek, snuffling, probing at her. He was rough at first but softened as her foreign scent filled him with ideas and desires. It had been weeks since Kukutux had wanted him — and as she had awakened something desperate inside of Raimo, he thought he had found someone who could commiserate.
A low note of desire pulled from his chest. He felt a warmth in his belly as he positioned himself over her, this stranger — knowing what he wanted, presuming that it was what she desired. She could try to fight him but she was thin and frail, and he saw in her the weakness he could take advantage of.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy - Jakoul - March 25, 2021
A delicate lean into each touch placed upon her. She did not mind the roughness, but she welcomed the way he softened. Especially as she found herself easily overpowered.
She had played her role of siren well here. Now a shadow of his underbelly was where she found herself. She did not have fancy flavorful words to whisper to him in fire fueled temptation or desire, nothing she could say to spark any further charmed magic.
This was her own sort of magic.
The dark silence of two bodies that seemed to understand each other as if they had known each other a lifetime and then some. So she spoke in the best way she knew how, the way she had spoken the longest.
Body language.
All of her an invitation.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy [m] - Raimo - March 25, 2021
With Kukutux he had been exceptionally gentle. Even when the desires overshadowed his good sense Raimo had managed not to harm her, doing everything in secret of the ulaq and the darkness of night. It was different here in this place, where everything was illuminated.
They were two shadows spot-lit by the pale quarry stone, and briefly Raimo felt as if he were more than just a simple man of basic drives. The quartz in the soil reminded him of the stars; he was quietly desperate as he climbed and grasped and pulled at the body beneath him, not wanting to let this go.
No wanting to let her go, this nameless woman. She was everything to him for as long as they were together.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy [m] - Jakoul - March 25, 2021
Her heart a hammer against her ribs, yet she remained still and calmed. Perhaps soothed by his presence. It was as though she had gained some sliver of something more here. It lit her aflame as much as it (momentarily) eased any wilderness in her untamed heart.
Something she wanted to cling onto with sharp teeth and dulled claws, all the ferocity in her heart that a Morta should have.
Which meant her first directive had not been to depart, even when she might have been fully free to, even if that might have been the logical step. If he stayed then she sought to stay too. Within his reach.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy [m] - Raimo - March 25, 2021
It would be easy enough to spend the day here, with her. Nobody cared where he went or what he did anymore; if anything the wolves of Moonglow would be content in seeing him gone. Kukutux had made her choice and Raimo could think of nothing he could do to reverse it, short of removing the obstacle that was Adrastus.
Somehow, even during the overwhelming ecstasy that he discovered among the nooks and crannies of this stranger's body, Raimo thought of this other woman, of these troubles he had hoped to be rid of. They plagued his mind.
As he came to one limit or another Raimo envisioned Kukutux beneath him. Sialuk, after that. Lote. The women he had seen in passing on the outskirts who were nameless, young, and attractive. They melded together until he only saw the shadow and only felt the shadow; but he would not let her leave, only adjust herself as he went again, again, again.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy [m] - Jakoul - March 25, 2021
She felt endless in that moment.
As if somehow, somewhere, she had become the center of the universe. The shining objects around them but a pit of stars that had aligned perfectly for her to be...her.
Even if she had been fluent in the language of commons, she would not have been able to find the words for the feeling. It was not the same thing that anyone else had ever given her in her tumultuous years upon this planet.
So she grew greedy the longer he stayed with her. A hungry heart that sought to entrap every single thing he had to offer.
There was, of course, temptation to stay right here or even steal him away somewhere for longer. Although he smelled of others upon his blessed arrival to her, surely he wore her perfume now. A scent of sea air and the unique scent of none other than herself.
Jakoul.
Stay.A soft demand cooed to him as she pressed herself deeper into the coat that covered him well.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy [m] - Raimo - March 25, 2021
When he was too tired to continue, he finally fell aside. The grit of the earth beneath him dusted his dark coat. He had her hooked by one arm, one leg raised up over the small of her back. Haphazard. Breathing raggedly but with great contentment flooding him.
Stay,she said. Her voice was rougher than he anticipated. She pressed herself against him and he sighed,
I will,in to the crux of her neck. All day, all night; weeks, if he must. Fixated to her needs and rewarded for the effort, of course he would.
RE: God looks on in abject apathy [m] - Jakoul - March 25, 2021
She had done her job. He had done his.
If it was all allowed by her fellow shadow, she would tend to him carefully that day. Groom his fur thoroughly even if it seemed in fine, healthy condition. Perhaps wander only for a meal to bring right back to him. She wished to give him what it felt as though he had given her.
A whole new world.
A very special moment, time and place tucked away from the rest of the land's prying eyes.
She would dote. Give, give and give until he denied. She expected nothing more in return for he had already done so much.