April 11, 2019, 10:59 PM
Her voice carried in to the sky, and she felt just like a fool; as if she was a young girl again learning of the holy ones and believing every little thing the elders told her. She felt more and more like a devi as the feeling grew inside of her — transmuted in the hours since it began, changed from a mere mortal to a powerful force of nature imbibed with feminine wiles, set upon this plane to wreak havoc as her heart and body demanded. She knew it was foolish to shout at the sky. It was childish to believe she had any power here, in this wilderness. Yet the men were gone and she was free. All was as Parvati desired except now, her desires shifted.
It was the most ridiculous thing. This tiny ember which took root and bloomed, burning inside of her, until she was all but consumed. Her skin itched all over with an energy not unlike the heat of a summer's day. Her body felt too heavy when she was still, but light, as if ready to fly off in to the blue sky if she moved at all. Parvati had been taught in some limited sense of her body's purpose but not its function, not really — not how this came about, nor what to do once it began. Her mind filled with thoughts of those beautiful, terrible, glorious men that she had abandoned —
And then came a voice; a sweet boy's greeting. She wanted to turn and greet him in kind, yet... Parvati felt as though she could not. Her body would not obey her. She was like a marionette without a master, waiting for something to happen — for something to respond — but the only string that tugged at her was one set deep inside, a burning wick in her loins. Her ears shifted and she, moodily, hastily, turned and dipped her head in a greeting, but did not let herself look at the stranger. She saw a flash of darkness; his lustrous coat. Something seemed off, but Parvati was already turning away again - sauntering a few steps and then pausing, whisking her tail, and -- ohhh, she burned!
The woman sighed; no, she thought she sighed, but out of her came a needy whine.
It was the most ridiculous thing. This tiny ember which took root and bloomed, burning inside of her, until she was all but consumed. Her skin itched all over with an energy not unlike the heat of a summer's day. Her body felt too heavy when she was still, but light, as if ready to fly off in to the blue sky if she moved at all. Parvati had been taught in some limited sense of her body's purpose but not its function, not really — not how this came about, nor what to do once it began. Her mind filled with thoughts of those beautiful, terrible, glorious men that she had abandoned —
And then came a voice; a sweet boy's greeting. She wanted to turn and greet him in kind, yet... Parvati felt as though she could not. Her body would not obey her. She was like a marionette without a master, waiting for something to happen — for something to respond — but the only string that tugged at her was one set deep inside, a burning wick in her loins. Her ears shifted and she, moodily, hastily, turned and dipped her head in a greeting, but did not let herself look at the stranger. She saw a flash of darkness; his lustrous coat. Something seemed off, but Parvati was already turning away again - sauntering a few steps and then pausing, whisking her tail, and -- ohhh, she burned!
The woman sighed; no, she thought she sighed, but out of her came a needy whine.
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hold your ground - by RIP Parvati - April 10, 2019, 06:14 PM
RE: hold your ground - by Ramsay - April 11, 2019, 12:59 PM
RE: hold your ground - by RIP Parvati - April 11, 2019, 10:59 PM
RE: hold your ground - by Ramsay - April 12, 2019, 10:43 AM
RE: hold your ground - by RIP Parvati - April 12, 2019, 02:09 PM
RE: hold your ground - by Ramsay - April 12, 2019, 10:22 PM
RE: hold your ground - by RIP Parvati - April 13, 2019, 03:51 PM
RE: hold your ground - by Ramsay - April 18, 2019, 07:54 PM