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Offline Billiam

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The Hunt
« on: July 01, 2019, 01:20:13 PM »
Continued from Coming Home
For Royce

Ari had just stripped naked, and now, in a bolt too fast for a normal human to see, ran off into the Meadowcrest Woods. His intended prey, his fledge Royce, had already ran into those tangled woods, and so Ari focused on finding his fledge's energy. He thought back to a moment from just a few moments before.

I want this to last a while.

Royce was really home, and for the first time in a while Ari felt connected to the world; alive! Surely Charon had to see how much good Royce brought to the family. The Huntsman decided now was not the time to think about his grandsire, and instead searched the woods for Royce's aura. A thin hum to the north told Ari where Royce had headed and so Ari headed north too, making sure not to go so fast as to end this early. He wanted to see what tricks Royce would bring.
Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
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Re: The Hunt
« Reply #1 on: July 10, 2019, 10:48:30 AM »
Royce had already stripped nude before Ari joined him on the ground. He then begun to stretch, bending down to touch his toes and showing Ari his eventual prize. After taking a quick look back at Ari's muscular form and his large, hard cock pointing directly at him, Royce took off with supernatural speed, running towards the closest tree. Just before he reached the trunk, he leaped in the air and landed feet first onto the tree. Less than a second later, he pushed up with his feet and ran effortlessly up the smooth wood. As he reached the top, Royce grabbed a sturdy branch and flipped up and landed softly on the awaiting appendage. He paused for a moment, looking for another suitable landing. As he spotted his target, Royce heard a deep growl from below. He risked a look back and saw that Ari had taken off, the growl a warning to him that the game had truly begun.

Wasting only a moment to rub his fingers across his exposed nipples and shudder at the intensity of the primal emotions he felt beginning another hunt, Royce jumped over to the waiting branch and landed with the grace of a trained acrobat. This time he did not pause, but rather continued to run and jump farther into the forest, dodging other branches and landing perfectly on those that could support his weight. Owls screeched and flew away as he rushed past them. Wolves gazed up at him, snarling and barking at the darting shadow. Royce was never sure how, but it always appeared that the hunt effected the animals in the forest around them. Perhaps it was Ari's deep connection to the earth or simply the recognition of the primal desires between the two lovers. Regardless, as Royce traveled further and further into the awaiting darkness, the forest seemed to come alive with every step of his foot, causing his own desires to grow even stronger.
“Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book, and we resume our lives.” American Gods, by Neil Gaiman

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