We All Fall Down
(OK, i first started this story as something to do when i got bored,but
last night i was listening to very angsty music,and coincidently(i cant
spell) came up with a very angsty,if not invovled plotline, probally along
the line of Lynn Osbourn's(tell me if i cant use your name) rating(i.e rated
R). The future chapters wont be nice, wont be pretty,but they will be
devolped........as soon as my slow ass typing gets them down lol )
~"No" And with that Ahmall swooped down to capture the princes lips.
Mozenraths eyes went wide..........stiffening........but then relaxed into
Ahmall's hold.....eyes closing........~
Ahmmal hummed pleasently against soft lips, taking control where the other
didnt know how, pleased at how the twos bodys melded together perfectely,
not even put off by the black tail that shot straight up in suprise or the
cat ears that flattened back on Mozenraths head.
Mozenrath, how ever was anything but calm. His head spinnned, a mad blush
on his cheeks.His heart palpatated like a mad hares...realizing distantly he
was getting his first kiss. Never being a social child nor a very warm
one....his Castle life offered little oppurtunity for romance. But his
stubborn pride wouldnt let him admit that....so he kept up the best he
could,silently gratefulll Ahhmal pulled back to let him breathe.
Ahhmal gave him his patented amused smile..Letting the akward silence hang
there..hell , it didnt bother him.But he watched Mozenrath squirm and
straighten his clothes ...that pink coloring still softely smoldering on his
high cheekbones.
"Let it never be said your not bold"..Mozenrath said quietely
Ahhmal chuckled and took him gently back into his arms.Mozenraths eyes shot
up to his..an odd deer in the headlights look on his face.Ahhmal sighed,
resting his chin on Mozenrath's head..
"Im not trying to hurt you ...", he said teasingly.
Mozenrah snorted halfheartedly.
"So-- do you think you might find the time to spend on a little ole'
commoner like me princy?"
Mozenrath ignored the jab,for now any way, Ahhmal's heartbeat beating in
his ear.
An rare smile played across his lips.
He looked up.
"Sure"
__________End
Flashback__________________________________________________________
"Hello? Ahhmal?"
Ahhmal was jolted out of his reveries by a gracefull hand waving in front
of his face.
"Hmmm?", he replied.
"Such a cunning linguistic you are" Mozenrath teased,,battting his
eyelashes so ridicoulesy that Ahhhal started to laugh.
Mozenrath smiled in return, falling back against that stones as a brace.
Ahhmal followed, bracing his arms on either side of the boy.
"There has got to be a reason I put up with all this backtalk" Ahhmal said
with a playing tone.
Mozenrath put a finger to his chin in a mock thinking pose.
"Hmmmm, i wonder."
Ahhmal tilted his chin up.
"I think I know..."
And with that, he sealed their lips..Mozenrath purring contentedly...
Mirage cut through the grass with her swift steps....the dew evaporating
under the concentration of her gaze. For once, she didnt know what to
do..and it was and odd and pestering feeling. Oh,she knew she had to find
that brat of hers and chew him out for skipping an appiontment with her..but
the whole ordeal..Damn him, she thought with a snarl of Mozenraths "father",
she never asked to be a mother. But it was more her fault, she cursed her
weakness. A learning sorceress, confident,cocky. nieve, but not even strong
enough to throw off some random rapist. Oh she could take physical
pain...how do you think it feels to channel magic? Not a picnic and a bundle
of roses itself. But the humilation..the degrading feeling of
violation...And to know she couldnt even defend herself was the greatest
pain..at least mentally. It festered in her; eating away at her confidence
her esteen, but most of all, her trust in herself. So that night and forward
she dedicated herself to be stronger. She swore to herself that she would be
invincable..and no one would be able to get the best of her. But not only
did her strength grew as she clawed her way to the top, her heart hardened
as well. Inpeneatrabe, void of any room for pain. But as small as it was,
she had one soft spot, her son..ironically, And even though it was a stormed
and steel night where her virginity was taken away, she could still know he
looked like his "father". Pale as snow and flashing black eyes, the same
that hovered mockingly above her that night. A morbid fascination kept her
from killing him, she surmised. But she guessed she owed her caring for him
for some motherly instincts. She couldnt deny that having a small little boy
toddle after her as a child didnt do something to her heart, with his cat
hears, her features he fortunatlely inherited, and glossy litttle tail
tripping him up. But did he cause her grief. Her little bastard baby was
born an outcast; and therefore not inheriting her races natural ability for
magic. But she supposed it was her "love's" care that refused to give up on
him. Maybe it was unfair to enforce upon him a childhood of stufying
endlessly and training no friends and at the mercy of his tutors
judgments...but she' doing it for his own good, she knew it. She wont let
what happened to her happen to him. He wil not be used and left to be thrown
to the dust. He will be strong.
So why then must he make it hard on himself? Why for every pull hes got to
push? Like today.. he was supposed to show up in the throne room for a
demonstration of his skills and how far he's come, to prove every snide
remark how bout his bastard breeeding and lack luster lineage wrong, to
show her efforts were not in vain. But what does he do? He disregards her
and goes off where ever he pleases.
Her rapid procession came to a hault at the edge of the Castle
gates.....her eyes narrowed. There, her son, like some school girls slut,
was shoved up against the ruin walls, the site of her ancestors tomb, and
was being touched,,tainted...kissed by some dirty little street trash.. How
dare he? How dare they?
"Mozenrath!!!!!!!!!!!"
She saw knew he heard her by his posture in suprise but he refused to look
at her, burrying his head in his partners chest, looking away.
"Shit", he cursed softly so only Ahhmal could hear.
Ahhmal looked down at him, then at the raging cat incarnate coming closer
and closer.
"Hey Mozenrath--------------", he said in a warning tone.
************************************************************
( oh how i love cliffhangers)
lol
chapter 4 is coming
Dean
(OK, i first started this story as something to do when i got bored,but
last night i was listening to very angsty music,and coincidently(i cant
spell) came up with a very angsty,if not invovled plotline, probally along
the line of Lynn Osbourn's(tell me if i cant use your name) rating(i.e rated
R). The future chapters wont be nice, wont be pretty,but they will be
devolped........as soon as my slow ass typing gets them down lol )
~"No" And with that Ahmall swooped down to capture the princes lips.
Mozenraths eyes went wide..........stiffening........but then relaxed into
Ahmall's hold.....eyes closing........~
Ahmmal hummed pleasently against soft lips, taking control where the other
didnt know how, pleased at how the twos bodys melded together perfectely,
not even put off by the black tail that shot straight up in suprise or the
cat ears that flattened back on Mozenraths head.
Mozenrath, how ever was anything but calm. His head spinnned, a mad blush
on his cheeks.His heart palpatated like a mad hares...realizing distantly he
was getting his first kiss. Never being a social child nor a very warm
one....his Castle life offered little oppurtunity for romance. But his
stubborn pride wouldnt let him admit that....so he kept up the best he
could,silently gratefulll Ahhmal pulled back to let him breathe.
Ahhmal gave him his patented amused smile..Letting the akward silence hang
there..hell , it didnt bother him.But he watched Mozenrath squirm and
straighten his clothes ...that pink coloring still softely smoldering on his
high cheekbones.
"Let it never be said your not bold"..Mozenrath said quietely
Ahhmal chuckled and took him gently back into his arms.Mozenraths eyes shot
up to his..an odd deer in the headlights look on his face.Ahhmal sighed,
resting his chin on Mozenrath's head..
"Im not trying to hurt you ...", he said teasingly.
Mozenrah snorted halfheartedly.
"So-- do you think you might find the time to spend on a little ole'
commoner like me princy?"
Mozenrath ignored the jab,for now any way, Ahhmal's heartbeat beating in
his ear.
An rare smile played across his lips.
He looked up.
"Sure"
__________End
Flashback__________________________________________________________
"Hello? Ahhmal?"
Ahhmal was jolted out of his reveries by a gracefull hand waving in front
of his face.
"Hmmm?", he replied.
"Such a cunning linguistic you are" Mozenrath teased,,battting his
eyelashes so ridicoulesy that Ahhhal started to laugh.
Mozenrath smiled in return, falling back against that stones as a brace.
Ahhmal followed, bracing his arms on either side of the boy.
"There has got to be a reason I put up with all this backtalk" Ahhmal said
with a playing tone.
Mozenrath put a finger to his chin in a mock thinking pose.
"Hmmmm, i wonder."
Ahhmal tilted his chin up.
"I think I know..."
And with that, he sealed their lips..Mozenrath purring contentedly...
Mirage cut through the grass with her swift steps....the dew evaporating
under the concentration of her gaze. For once, she didnt know what to
do..and it was and odd and pestering feeling. Oh,she knew she had to find
that brat of hers and chew him out for skipping an appiontment with her..but
the whole ordeal..Damn him, she thought with a snarl of Mozenraths "father",
she never asked to be a mother. But it was more her fault, she cursed her
weakness. A learning sorceress, confident,cocky. nieve, but not even strong
enough to throw off some random rapist. Oh she could take physical
pain...how do you think it feels to channel magic? Not a picnic and a bundle
of roses itself. But the humilation..the degrading feeling of
violation...And to know she couldnt even defend herself was the greatest
pain..at least mentally. It festered in her; eating away at her confidence
her esteen, but most of all, her trust in herself. So that night and forward
she dedicated herself to be stronger. She swore to herself that she would be
invincable..and no one would be able to get the best of her. But not only
did her strength grew as she clawed her way to the top, her heart hardened
as well. Inpeneatrabe, void of any room for pain. But as small as it was,
she had one soft spot, her son..ironically, And even though it was a stormed
and steel night where her virginity was taken away, she could still know he
looked like his "father". Pale as snow and flashing black eyes, the same
that hovered mockingly above her that night. A morbid fascination kept her
from killing him, she surmised. But she guessed she owed her caring for him
for some motherly instincts. She couldnt deny that having a small little boy
toddle after her as a child didnt do something to her heart, with his cat
hears, her features he fortunatlely inherited, and glossy litttle tail
tripping him up. But did he cause her grief. Her little bastard baby was
born an outcast; and therefore not inheriting her races natural ability for
magic. But she supposed it was her "love's" care that refused to give up on
him. Maybe it was unfair to enforce upon him a childhood of stufying
endlessly and training no friends and at the mercy of his tutors
judgments...but she' doing it for his own good, she knew it. She wont let
what happened to her happen to him. He wil not be used and left to be thrown
to the dust. He will be strong.
So why then must he make it hard on himself? Why for every pull hes got to
push? Like today.. he was supposed to show up in the throne room for a
demonstration of his skills and how far he's come, to prove every snide
remark how bout his bastard breeeding and lack luster lineage wrong, to
show her efforts were not in vain. But what does he do? He disregards her
and goes off where ever he pleases.
Her rapid procession came to a hault at the edge of the Castle
gates.....her eyes narrowed. There, her son, like some school girls slut,
was shoved up against the ruin walls, the site of her ancestors tomb, and
was being touched,,tainted...kissed by some dirty little street trash.. How
dare he? How dare they?
"Mozenrath!!!!!!!!!!!"
She saw knew he heard her by his posture in suprise but he refused to look
at her, burrying his head in his partners chest, looking away.
"Shit", he cursed softly so only Ahhmal could hear.
Ahhmal looked down at him, then at the raging cat incarnate coming closer
and closer.
"Hey Mozenrath--------------", he said in a warning tone.
************************************************************
( oh how i love cliffhangers)
lol
chapter 4 is coming
Dean