bad moon rising
Mojito
Same as prior, the pale canine frowned lightly at the new phenomena that were pointed out to him. It certainly wasn't the most ominous occurrence he'd witnessed lately, but he couldn't help the sinking feeling that came with watching the little crabs scuttling about amongst the crystals. At the mention of the glowing algae, the petite male shrugged lightly. "Some sea creatures take on the properties of what they eat, though rock crabs are typically scavengers. Perhaps eating too much of the meat of the other glowing animals made them this way..." he replied, unable to keep his eyes from traipsing back to the profile of the alabaster male. The dainty curve of his snout, arcing up into his brow and then the pale spires of his horns. And of course, those soft looking, downturned ears. The urge to nip at the ends, feel the downy fur on his tongue, reared its head somewhere in his chest. His attention followed the gaze of his companion, drawn hypnotically to the clustered gems at their feet. He stood impossibly still as the smaller man entered his personal space, lowered himself onto the damp stone and all but pressed his nose against the unnaturally flat plane of one of the crystals.
Swinging his own head down between his forelimbs, the careful bending of slender joints lowered him down alongside Mojito. They were pressed close, the length of one slender ribcage against another, aligned from shoulder to hip.. yet all the wraith could find himself paying attention to was the rhythmic pulse of the crystal's light. Yet again, the unbidden pooling of drool within the confines of his maw acted on the subconscious pull to taste the gem. Battered by the surf for at least a few hours, it was almost certainly coated in a fine layer of salt, but he wondered if the cool places of each facet would have a unique taste. Like salt-water fish, taking on the qualities of the sea itself. Unable to contain himself any longer, the waif extended his muzzle and gently pressed his tongue against the nearest spire in the cluster. A tingling sensation on his tongue- there was the taste of salt, but something else too- melded slowly into a growing buzz in his ears, which crescendoed into a constant thrumming in his skull that drowned out the waves that struck the rocky outcropping around them. Yet.. he couldn't help but run his tongue over the crystal one more time...