Foundation of an Army
08-14-2013, 11:10 PM
isardis
Something would call for him, bawl his name; unsuspecting, startling, though equally as welcomed. A bringer of greatness, of magnificence, of purity, it would beckon for him, ache within his loins until the sensation would express transversely his whole body. Quivering his limbs as he strode, shaking his lungs, clawing his mind, seething his core. He would seek his knight as if hunting his final repast; desperation evident within every stride, his usual ease of gait tainted by the rattling cravings that thundered his veins, stained his psyche. He would throw his skull back, her scent so wholly motivating, and attempt to howl; though his voice would shatter out before him, eagerness strangling his pipes as he would settle finally for a demanding bark. She would come, he knew she would. |