Memories Of Better Times
Mirage agitatedly chewed her tongue behind her smooth smile...vacantly aware the mortal in front of her throne was still talking. That....insolent little brat of hers. He was supposed to be tested today....why is he doing this? The whole kingdom was in a tizzy..afraid to catch the wrath of the Queen herself should they fail in finding the young prince. The palace hand in front of her was neverousely telling Mirage her son had been spotted in the ruins of the city of Morbia.She rose with a growl,the red train of her robes swirling behind her. She wont give up on him that easy......
Busy and confident hands roamed where they may inbetween the two teens, pressed flush against each other. One was a dark skinnned, dashingly handsome young man with black hair. The other teens neck he was curently devouring was of a different white-as-snow hue..dark deep pools of black where his eyes..the same dark tint as his ebony ringlets. Pressed up against the stone ruins..the elegantly dressed youth entangled his fingers in his signifficants other's hair..eyes closed..seemingly oblivious to the fact each slide down the stone ripped and tore and dirtied his dark blue robes. Stranger than the fact this was the pale youths features, the abnormal ones. Dark black and furred cat ears twitched contentedly atop his head, and a lng elegany black tail swished back and forth in the rough grass below. But then again he was the son of Mirage, evil cat incarnate. Normaly, young prince Mozenrath hid his inherited features through a magic illusion he conjured with the magic he was being taught. But being with his boyfriend, who went by Ahhmal, his natural and most primal insticts took over. Ahhmal pulled back, eliciting a soft growl from his boyfriend beneath him. He laughed lightly..
"Not that i'm complaining or anything...but didnt you have some test or something to do with your mother?"
Mozenrath grunted lightly."Dont mention my mother now."
Ahhmal laughed and looked over his boyfriend who was currently rolling his eyes.But he knew his ways and also knew Mozenrath wasnt really mad. He still marveled at how him,the juvenille product of the working class, had came to have the prince of Morbia as his.
(Everything past this point is a flashback..until i specify otherwise.Subtle huh?)
~ It was just business as usual in his little village, the dark sphinz castle overlooking the encampment, just him and the boys laying around on a dilapadated old walll, when they saw an odd thing fly by across the field they faced. It was the prince, infamous for his relationship with his mother,and running away again. The boy had looked behind him, back up at the black home he fled from, but lost his footing and tumbled head over foot down the grassy knoll, rolling clear of the hill edge and into the pond below, shouting out a angry curse in mid air. He landed in the water with a splash and hiss. The group roared with laughter...and even though Ahhmal himself was still grinning..he jogged over to see if the boy needed help.Sputtering in the pond..Mozenraths magic gauze fell apart due to his break of concentration..revealing his feline traits..his fluffed out tail in distress..and high shocked up ears...
"What are you looking at mortal?", the youth demaned..cheeks flushed pink.
"Nothing".....Ahhmal snorted...but it was amusing..to see the dark haired youth waddle out of the water, picking a lilly pad from his hair, weighed down by his heavy cloaks and finery.
Mozenraths head shot up..."You want to laugh..I'll give you something to laugh about"
And with that he dived atop Ahhmal...fighting like a lunatic...They wrestled to the ground..Ahhmal eventually pinning the smaller boy.
"Hey calm down..OWW! did you just bite me?!!?!?!"
Mozenrath smirked up at him.
But just as Ahhmal was about to reply but froze..
"Hey whats that?"
Mozenrath strained to turn under Ahhmal to see what he was peering at back up the hill from which he came.His eyes got wide as he saw his mothers minions....the fircats..streaking down the hill straight for him. He scrambled up and without a word back bolted off into the forest.Ahhmal jumped up and followed..for reasons he still doesnt know today. Weaving in and out of the dense trees..Ahhmal could hear the demoncats behind him, sizzling and hissing.........Suddenly, he felt someone grab him..a hand over his mouth..and yank him into a hollow of a tree he didnt notice before. He watched as the firey felines ran past..the feeling of a damp body and breathe behind him. After he could no longer hear their feet, the hand that nabbed him pushed him away..he stumbled and spun to face a very dirty, very frazzlled,very stressed prince of Morbia.
"What!!! are you following me for????" "What.. nothing better to do..or were you simply a vulture in a past life?!!"..he demanded..hands on his hips.
"Did anyone ever tell you you have a permanent atttitute problem?...i was trying to see if you needed any help"
Mozenraths upper lip twitched oddly...but he breathed deep and turned away..briskly going deeper into the forest.
"What no thank you?",Ahhmal asked..teasing.
" Thank you oh protagonist of the slums..", Mozenrath mocked..going into a flourished bow.
Normally a crack like that would get to him but Ahhmal mearely raised an eyebrow.
"As delightfull as your sacarasm his ..why dont we change the subject.....why were those things after you."
"Because my mother is a pyschotic pet owner who finds it amusing to see her son dragged home by her playthings..."
"Okayyyyyyy so your the queens son?"
"Amazing sense of perception you got there"
"Hmm..but why would you be running from a ritzy place like that?"
Mozenrath spun around from his walking..
"Like you care!!!!!!!!!", he said, eyes flashing defensefully.
"Well maybe I do...."
Mozenrath snorted and turned away.
"Yeah right"
Ahhmal grabbed his shoulders and turned him back around..bringing him close.
"Let go of me" Mozenrath said in a softer tone...the fire on his face returning again...
"No" And with that Ahhmal swooped down to capture the princes lips.
Mozenraths eyes went wide...stiffening..but then relaxed into Ahhmals hold..eyes closing....
Fin (of chapter two that is *giggles insanely*)
Ill soon put up chapter three,sorry for the cliffhanger..i promise u it gets even better..)
but remember i still gotta finish up the flasback..
Dean
Mirage agitatedly chewed her tongue behind her smooth smile...vacantly aware the mortal in front of her throne was still talking. That....insolent little brat of hers. He was supposed to be tested today....why is he doing this? The whole kingdom was in a tizzy..afraid to catch the wrath of the Queen herself should they fail in finding the young prince. The palace hand in front of her was neverousely telling Mirage her son had been spotted in the ruins of the city of Morbia.She rose with a growl,the red train of her robes swirling behind her. She wont give up on him that easy......
Busy and confident hands roamed where they may inbetween the two teens, pressed flush against each other. One was a dark skinnned, dashingly handsome young man with black hair. The other teens neck he was curently devouring was of a different white-as-snow hue..dark deep pools of black where his eyes..the same dark tint as his ebony ringlets. Pressed up against the stone ruins..the elegantly dressed youth entangled his fingers in his signifficants other's hair..eyes closed..seemingly oblivious to the fact each slide down the stone ripped and tore and dirtied his dark blue robes. Stranger than the fact this was the pale youths features, the abnormal ones. Dark black and furred cat ears twitched contentedly atop his head, and a lng elegany black tail swished back and forth in the rough grass below. But then again he was the son of Mirage, evil cat incarnate. Normaly, young prince Mozenrath hid his inherited features through a magic illusion he conjured with the magic he was being taught. But being with his boyfriend, who went by Ahhmal, his natural and most primal insticts took over. Ahhmal pulled back, eliciting a soft growl from his boyfriend beneath him. He laughed lightly..
"Not that i'm complaining or anything...but didnt you have some test or something to do with your mother?"
Mozenrath grunted lightly."Dont mention my mother now."
Ahhmal laughed and looked over his boyfriend who was currently rolling his eyes.But he knew his ways and also knew Mozenrath wasnt really mad. He still marveled at how him,the juvenille product of the working class, had came to have the prince of Morbia as his.
(Everything past this point is a flashback..until i specify otherwise.Subtle huh?)
~ It was just business as usual in his little village, the dark sphinz castle overlooking the encampment, just him and the boys laying around on a dilapadated old walll, when they saw an odd thing fly by across the field they faced. It was the prince, infamous for his relationship with his mother,and running away again. The boy had looked behind him, back up at the black home he fled from, but lost his footing and tumbled head over foot down the grassy knoll, rolling clear of the hill edge and into the pond below, shouting out a angry curse in mid air. He landed in the water with a splash and hiss. The group roared with laughter...and even though Ahhmal himself was still grinning..he jogged over to see if the boy needed help.Sputtering in the pond..Mozenraths magic gauze fell apart due to his break of concentration..revealing his feline traits..his fluffed out tail in distress..and high shocked up ears...
"What are you looking at mortal?", the youth demaned..cheeks flushed pink.
"Nothing".....Ahhmal snorted...but it was amusing..to see the dark haired youth waddle out of the water, picking a lilly pad from his hair, weighed down by his heavy cloaks and finery.
Mozenraths head shot up..."You want to laugh..I'll give you something to laugh about"
And with that he dived atop Ahhmal...fighting like a lunatic...They wrestled to the ground..Ahhmal eventually pinning the smaller boy.
"Hey calm down..OWW! did you just bite me?!!?!?!"
Mozenrath smirked up at him.
But just as Ahhmal was about to reply but froze..
"Hey whats that?"
Mozenrath strained to turn under Ahhmal to see what he was peering at back up the hill from which he came.His eyes got wide as he saw his mothers minions....the fircats..streaking down the hill straight for him. He scrambled up and without a word back bolted off into the forest.Ahhmal jumped up and followed..for reasons he still doesnt know today. Weaving in and out of the dense trees..Ahhmal could hear the demoncats behind him, sizzling and hissing.........Suddenly, he felt someone grab him..a hand over his mouth..and yank him into a hollow of a tree he didnt notice before. He watched as the firey felines ran past..the feeling of a damp body and breathe behind him. After he could no longer hear their feet, the hand that nabbed him pushed him away..he stumbled and spun to face a very dirty, very frazzlled,very stressed prince of Morbia.
"What!!! are you following me for????" "What.. nothing better to do..or were you simply a vulture in a past life?!!"..he demanded..hands on his hips.
"Did anyone ever tell you you have a permanent atttitute problem?...i was trying to see if you needed any help"
Mozenraths upper lip twitched oddly...but he breathed deep and turned away..briskly going deeper into the forest.
"What no thank you?",Ahhmal asked..teasing.
" Thank you oh protagonist of the slums..", Mozenrath mocked..going into a flourished bow.
Normally a crack like that would get to him but Ahhmal mearely raised an eyebrow.
"As delightfull as your sacarasm his ..why dont we change the subject.....why were those things after you."
"Because my mother is a pyschotic pet owner who finds it amusing to see her son dragged home by her playthings..."
"Okayyyyyyy so your the queens son?"
"Amazing sense of perception you got there"
"Hmm..but why would you be running from a ritzy place like that?"
Mozenrath spun around from his walking..
"Like you care!!!!!!!!!", he said, eyes flashing defensefully.
"Well maybe I do...."
Mozenrath snorted and turned away.
"Yeah right"
Ahhmal grabbed his shoulders and turned him back around..bringing him close.
"Let go of me" Mozenrath said in a softer tone...the fire on his face returning again...
"No" And with that Ahhmal swooped down to capture the princes lips.
Mozenraths eyes went wide...stiffening..but then relaxed into Ahhmals hold..eyes closing....
Fin (of chapter two that is *giggles insanely*)
Ill soon put up chapter three,sorry for the cliffhanger..i promise u it gets even better..)
but remember i still gotta finish up the flasback..
Dean