Dreamers' Prayer--Chapter 3/? (Rated R/NC-17)
Posted: Sun Apr 04, 2004 8:54 pm
AN: Sorry this took so long (school's the main excuse), but I hope it's worth the wait. This chapter is, I think, fairly interesting, and will most likely leave you with a lot of questions. Also, I'm dedicating this chapter to those of you that have read and reviewed thus far (yay!!!). Oh, and in case anyone's curious, Gaelic is the language used in part of this chapter.
Summary of Chapter 1: Relena is found to be the Selenian princess and descendant of Katrina Vividaire (the woman who had the love affair with Odin), and her life was saved, as a child, by the mythical water dragon, Duo. He seems to be somewhat infatuated with her, and she converses with him about her possible marriage pact with Lord Obscurisa (the king of Nightmares) in order to bring the war between Light and Darkness to a halt. But Duo assures her and tries to cheer her up. Yet still she leaves him, disgruntled by Duo's suggestive advancements, and walks through the woods, simply to clear her mind. However, she's confronted with someone... white and with blue eyes...
Chapter 2: A flashback chapter that recaps the episodes surrounding Heero's birth. The Empress North Star (mother luminary of Odin) is dying, and she's aggreived by the slaughter of her many children over the ages. With little time left and losing hope, she gives birth to one last Pegasus, Heero, which she makes from the remnants of Odin, from when he was reabsorded into her (because of the promise he made to his mother, on the condition that he could have a child with Katrina if he surrendered his life to the Star Queen). After the delivery, she dies, leaving one of her sisters to find her ashes and Heero crying on the floor of her chambers. The sibling, enraged that her sister died giving birth to Heero (and thus blaming him for her demise), throws him over the edge of the balcony of heaven. The ghost of Odin, though, saves Heero and promises to protect his son. Heero, after his descent to the ground from the heavens, is stalked by a Nightmare, and is, in turn, saved by the wife of the Nightmare (since the male ate their children and she wants revenge). She takes in Heero as her own, but is later killed by her former husband's brother. But Heero escaped.
I hope that's enough of a refresher for you guys. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
A long white face speared with a flaring crystalline horn, whose effulgent crackles seared spirals and glowing furrows along the antler as the jeweled surface reflected her countenance in molten, wavering streaks of white and golden flames. Dark blue eyes regarded her intently, as deep, cavernous wells full of murky water that clouded the gazer's image in its precipitate mists and swallowed the wisher's plea with garbled resonance. Above that cistern hung a bucket to sample the blurry water, although secured by a rusted, knotted chain that screeched when the crank was turned and created friction sparks as the metal links clanked with each revolution, protesting against the invasion on that veiled tarn. The pail sounded anxious to break and splash into the darkness, to leave the drinker and wisher stranded with thirsty hopes and parched dreams. Mysterious but pragmatic. Inscrutable. His body was wrapped in a pelt of pearlshine that shimmered in the ghoulish moonlight and sprayed along the tips of his tattered feathers, blanching his savage mane and skimming the hard, lean muscles of the horse's rear and calves.
The beast startled her with his regality and rigid poise. His eyes held her captive in those cistern irons.
Strong arms wrapped around her back and slid along her scintillant, heated skin, with his callused hands caressing her shoulders as he pressed her against him and rubbed his hips through her sheer gown. He blew against the sensitive flesh beneath her ear while nipping and nuzzling at her collarbone, seducing her to stillness.
Relena's body stiffened and locked her limbs in place, prisoner to his stare as the optic shackles grew tighter. Trembling.
His lips claimed her stunned mouth and possessed her with gentle groans and salivary ministrations and soft sucking on her lower lip, massaging her tongue and fondling her mouth with carnal, sensual covetousness. Thieving her breath and craving her soul and sexuality.
Her eyes bolted wide when the ocular fetters coiled subtly and deliberately around her neck and her breath hitched in her throat, inducing her breasts to quiver and body tighten in anticipatory release, lips tingling and swelling and her mouth lubricated with foreign panting and sensations. Overwhelming her.
Convulsions ravaged her in starlit spires and cyclical lunar phases of full and waning shudders as his rhythm hastened. He wracked her soul with his aroused grunts and sexual moans that mated with her stifled, intimate whimpers and scream of coital and ethereal marriage. He thrust into her warmth and whispered her name in strained groans, burying his head into her neck and tangling in her damp, glistening strands that kissed his shoulders. Filling her. Owning her.
She felt her legs collapse and consciousness withdraw from her senses, cold and empty and throbbing in a libidinous daze of satiation as she reached out her hand in trying to grab a fist full of the stallion's mane to keep herself from falling. But she watched-- Heady and groggy as her fingers slid through the pale gossamer and grazed the scar on the animal's cheek, remnant of a faded handprint. Dark and gray, seeming jagged against his brilliant coat and the sharpness of those piercing eyes. Out of place and tacitly reminiscent. With a gasp, she looked into those orbs of mesmeric, abysmal Prussian one last time before encroached on by oblivion. Abandoned to lonesomeness.
Bewildered and lost.
The Pegasus was stoic, looking straight ahead and devoid and unaffected by her sudden fall, just staring where she once stood-- And was steady. Undisturbed by the breeze that tousled his unkempt mane and licked at the simmering, smoldering horn. Mindless of the moonbeams that showered his shins and cooled his heated body--
And then he shook his head once, trimming his face and cloaking his fiery pinnacle in threaded tufts of white, blinking his eyes for a few moments-- And shook it again, stomping his hooves upon the illuminant earth and scraping them across the grass, lighting the air with sparkling puffs of dust and silver pollen.
He immediately came to his senses, escaping from the lull of her sultry verses and the lilting waver in her voice, bringing his mind back to consciousness as he surveyed the dormant maid.
She'd seen him. He knew. Why else would she have collapsed, if not at the sight of a legendary, assumedly extinct creature fabled for abducting women? There could be no other reason. She saw him, would tell her family about him, could get him hunted and caged and exposed. Endanger the procreation of his race.
And so she'd have to die. To preserve his secret? she would be sacrificed.
That was the best option.
He lowered his forehead and craned his sturdy white neck that gleamed with glossy, sinewy brawn in the twilight, a few disheveled locks hovering above his muzzle and concealing his eyes as they narrowed, focusing on her smooth, pale throat. He was resolute about making the slit clean and precise and painless for the unfortunate Selenian. This Horseman may have been ruthless, but in no way merciless or sadistic. For she was innocent of all but blindness, and he refused to defile her because of inherited physical perfection.
Her nervous shivering made him struggle with his own uncertainty, but the suppleness of her skin and her erratic breathing twisted his stomach and burned it in a roaring forge that melted his innards and recast the tissue into a sweltering residue of passion. Muted purrs escaped her lips when his hands steadied her hips, his fingers tentatively grazing her inner thighs.
He stopped mid-swing. Frozen by the vividness of his vision. His limbs shook from the sudden onslaught of lust and glimpses of promiscuity.
When he dipped his head so he could lavish her breasts and intoxicate himself on her draught of warmth, corporeality, and sensuousness, his ears pounded with her halting moans and lewd, enticing gasps and strains. They made him shudder, groan, enthralled by her body's reaction to his touch. Wanting more from her.
This Pegasus had to back away from the hypnotism of maiden's nearness, distance himself in order to regain his senses and clear his mind of licentiousness. To keep himself focused on a task he quickly realized, because of whatever curse upon herself she must have earlier canted, was impossible to complete. Her song must have been one of provocation and imminent wantonness, because when determined to kill her for his own advantage a graphic image of carnality prevailed.
But he couldn't just leave her; the risk of her divulging his existence was too inevitable. It would be totally foolish to rely on her silence. But he couldn't approach her in hostility either, so it seemed.
He had to know, had to understand why her mere presence seduced him. Why the transient, feathery expiration of her breathing caused his body to twitch with arousal, why the delicate rise and fall of her chest made his throat clench shut and his heart constrict and defiantly contort, even if only briefly. And he had to break her spell over him, needed to isolate her and force her to revoke the lascivious anathema. Take her to a place where he could break her.
His lair.
Resolved in this, he knelt beside her body and wedged his head beneath her back, twisting his neck to cause her form to shift and drape over his shoulder blades, letting the hem of her twinkling, ivory gown spill in a frothy waterfall onto the grass and splash along his legs in the mildness of the zephyr. After a few moments of writhing for the sake of adjustment, the stallion broke into a grating stride through the incandescent and glimmering foliage while spreading his wings, reliant that the winds knew the way to his citadel and would carry him there with little coaxing.
As if prophesying.
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Dre-e-e-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-mmm?
Dre-e-e-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-mmm?
Bri-i-on-g-l?id?
Rev-e-la-tory-y-y? in a realm of fantasy?
Tai-bre-e-e-amhhhh? r?ocht fantais?ocht?
A pray-er from humanity? for its realm of fantasy?
Bring to me?
Let me see?
Let me know?
Help me be?
Paidir?
an cine daonna?
Dre-e-e-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-mmm?
Dre-e-e-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-mmm?
Bri-i-on-g-l?id?
The transcendent wisps of an elfin fire popped and hissed as their shrouded, smoky ringlets lifted to the stars and smudged the night with filmy shreds, clouding the calico of soft silver-blue in gauzy, gray lace. A winged horse morphed from the ashen fog and glittered within the cracking, luminous sparks, airily flapping its wings to dispel and shear the surrounding smoke, brandishing its horn with the use of astral flickers that emanated from beyond the fumes. It's eyes were dark and obscure, black as chilled coals in the twilight. And the drab creature lasted but only a few moments before the winds cut through its midsection and sliced the smoggy vapor in two, dissipating as the severed remains rose further into the heavens.
The mystic's eyes flashed open when the smoke disseminated, breathing heavily and with sweat dripping down his face in premonitory trickles. Exhausted and startled by the graveness of his trance and sacrosanct ecstasy that left him shaking and his heart burning with every beat, his left hand reached over and clutched his prayer breads, intuitively looping the holy bracelet around his hand another time before being able to properly focus on the natural world again. His light blond hair fluttered in the breeze, brushing against his pointed ears and drifting across his gentle sea-green eyes, a gaze that held sacred compassion and wisdom of the supernatural in their depths. Empathy for those of this world and hope for souls of the next.
A young elf, descendant of those who are the mystics for the Dreamers' Realm, the priestly caste that mediates with humanity and divines revelation from its thoughts, epiphanies, and pure imagination. Lost in the tribute of their raptures and unitive stupors. They guide these fabricated figments to salvation, to the eternal gate outside of man's legend and reminiscence where they await the day when they may be committed to memory and find refuge in that timeless chamber of the human mind. Forever remembered, and therefore immortal. Simply, he was a member of the venerated nobility.
He had it again, that horrid vision. One in which the Pegasus flies lofty and free, but with damnation at its heals. Where the supposedly extinct Horseman circles the moon and is engulfed by the satellite's brightness and lustrous beauty, from which it turns dark and wretched and ugly. Nothing but a shadowy crater in the sky and repulsed by the stars.
He still didn't understand its meaning, couldn't decipher the rapture's implication, and yet it'd been recurring for over a month, plaguing him with each meditation and every trance he encouraged. No matter how he concentrated and took to prayer and fasting and penance, his mysticism lead him to that single vision. Disconcerting him with its vividness and drowning him in confusion.
Which drenched his body in sweat. Gave him apocalyptic spasms. Made him grieve for the condemned spawn of Nightmares and their ways, for the astray sinners of light that couldn't find their way back to the expanse of stars and moonbeams. Abandoned to a world of oblivion and nullity that promised forgetfulness? total erasure from man's remembrances. And thus death.
But he couldn't worry about their transgressions then; he had to concentrate on interpreting his revelation.
So the righteous elf leaned over to stoke the fire-- A slight moan.
His ears perked at the sound, limbs stiff and eyes wide, and he turned his head to try and discern its whereabouts and voice-- Near the thicket. He rose, grabbing his flagellant whip and walking towards the quiet whimpers, pushing aside the glinting boughs and trudging through the brilliant, lucent bushes in search of the maiden--it was a female cry, he quickly surmised, since its pitch was high and with the knell of innocence. Though he approached the grove with deliberate steps and his garments gathered in his hands, keeping them from scraping across the ground and catching in the shrubbery.
Upon reaching the briar, he was shocked. Rigid. Utterly confounded to see a Pegasus, the stallion from his former, baleful ecstasies, galloping beneath the bronze shade from the trees and darting through the thick radiance of the underbrush. Its lumbered sprint was purposeful and intimidating, powerful as its pinion glimmered in the moonlight and leveled the foliage in its path, pummeling the stipuled light beneath his hooves.
As though driven by something greater than himself.
But what really caught the mystic's eye was the Selenian hanging over the Pegasus's back, with her long, gold hair in disarray and her weak calls for help filtering through the umbrage, the pleas somewhat muddled and almost involuntary. As if her remonstration was meant for another besides the assailing Horseman. More like for the prying interloper.
"I ask that you stop," the yellow-haired elf beseeched as the stallion barreled forth in a thunderous ferocity, although undaunted by the saint's request as the animal refused to even take his eyes from yonder. The mystic was forced to lunge aside into the glistening, bulbous reeds when the animal disobeyed, seeming insensitive and bold enough to spear him if the clergyman remained obstinate and in his path.
The priest looked up from the ground at the retreating form of the stallion and narrowed his eyes, untangling the string of beads from around his wrist and tossing it like a makeshift lariat, catching on the horse's hind leg.
"I warned you to stop!"
The Pegasus stumbled on the lasso as the round pearls slid beneath his hoof, bringing him to his knees before the usually kind mystic and leaving him face to face with dirty, naked feet. The animal's stillness was determined and assessing.
Teleportation?
"I don?t know your exact reasoning for abducting her, but you must let her go. You have no right to take her against her will." The Horseman rose to his feet with a brutish confidence as he towered over the elf, tail tossing back and forth and wings flinching as his eyes skewered through the holy seer and to the road. A necessity to move forward churned in those blank depths, a singular focus as though Quatre were a nagging ghost that he could ride over. He snorted in admonition. "Please don't be stubborn. I'm well-versed in scripture, and so I have an idea about what you might want from her. And I won't let you kill her for a few notes of seduction."
Swinging his antler, the stalwart beast attempted to threaten the clergyman into submission, scoring the grass with his hooves. But the priest only shook his head and sighed, pained that he should have to combatively confront this endangered creature.
"Please, Horeseman, think of your soul. Spare her, if nothing else, for your own sake."
Then the lunar heiress shifted her halo-crowned head, turning her face towards the young mystic and giving him a clear view of her pink lips and pretty countenance, embroidered with honey-blond twine and think, sooty lashes. Her breasts swelled with her syncopated breathing, white and shining in the starlight's resplendence.
"Princess?"
With a begrudging, insulted grimace at this discovery, the elf ripped the beads from his bracelet and threw them at the Pegasus, screaming, "Briongl?id!" as he pitched the pearls into the numinous solemnity of the night. A striking juxtaposition of spheres of glowing white and ringed luminescence against the blackness engrossed the Horseman. And in a burst of feathers and wild, reverential glinting they transformed into a flock of lantern doves that beat their wings against the darkness, gargling an ancient, sepulchral nocturne through the stagnancy and pecking at his pale flesh. Drawing blood. Bone-colored talons scratching at his neck and ankles. Deafening him with their dismal cry. He sliced at the menacing birds with his spiral, cutting and tearing and murdering them in numbers, with the clergyman throwing twice as many more in retaliation. Barraging him with fire-winged aerials, plunging him into a pit of sanctity and song and light.
And as the storm of doves overcame the beast, the mystic took his whip and began beating his own breast, shrieking with a fevered passion to the heavens as the leather straps scarred him, "I call upon the power of human revelation! Aid your child! Free your daughter! Hear me!" Over and over, flogging himself and causing walls of fire to spurt from the ground and trap the Horseman in an incinerate cage, charring his tail and scalding his flailing limbs. But still he charged the downy battalion and burned himself on the hallowed, subliminal flames, with tears running down his face from the thick smoke that irritated his eyes and dried his throat. But he wouldn't surrender. Wouldn't give up. Fought on.
He kissed her.
The mystic's hand froze in that momentary glimpse.
She moaned and writhed beneath his body, panting his name in labored repetition.
He felt himself grow warm and his loins ache.
They joined as one flesh in a dance of sonorous cries; perspiration; spasms; and tears, wound around each other in a somatic, slick rope as they convulsed and completed one another.
The elf instantly dropped his whip as the vision overwhelmed him in orgasmic waves, forcing him to his knees while he clutched his heart in empathic sensuality. Blushing and spent. Sweat dripped down between his eyes, his breathing heavy and erotic. Sexual.
"Heero?" And then gurgles sputtered from his mouth as the stallion's blade slit the priest's throat in his moment of distraction, with the Horseman not even stopping to watch as the blood ran down that pallid neck and soiled the mystic's clean gray robes in a grueling, gory web of crimson. His eyes glazed over and he tumbled clumsily to the illumined earth. Choking. Gasping. Surrounded by a rank circle of dismembered bird carcasses. Left for dead as the Pegasus galloped off into the bracken, stained with blood. Not looking back.
"Hee-ro?" His body twitched and he felt sleep clutch at his consciousness, blurring his vision and bringing tears to his dim turquoise eyes. "You? I?"
"Hush now, dear Quatre," a figure whispered huskily as she knelt over his dying body in the darkness, regarding the elf with a sultry, nightmarish smile and accursed eyes that gleamed with flares of waning blue. She ran her long thin fingers along his cheek and allowed the chain from her illumined, golden manacles to linger at his neck, causing his skin to prickle. "You once spoke with such conviction about saving my soul? but now it looks like you need me to save your life."
AN: I will reveal the pairings that I'm sure of in the story: HYxRP, DMxHS, QWxDC, ZM(MP)xLN? and there will be some love triangles going on, as suggested by the first chapter and this one. I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing with Trowa yet, and I'm not resolved as to whether or not I want Wufei paired with anyone at all. Thanks everyone, and please tell me what you think. ~_^
Summary of Chapter 1: Relena is found to be the Selenian princess and descendant of Katrina Vividaire (the woman who had the love affair with Odin), and her life was saved, as a child, by the mythical water dragon, Duo. He seems to be somewhat infatuated with her, and she converses with him about her possible marriage pact with Lord Obscurisa (the king of Nightmares) in order to bring the war between Light and Darkness to a halt. But Duo assures her and tries to cheer her up. Yet still she leaves him, disgruntled by Duo's suggestive advancements, and walks through the woods, simply to clear her mind. However, she's confronted with someone... white and with blue eyes...
Chapter 2: A flashback chapter that recaps the episodes surrounding Heero's birth. The Empress North Star (mother luminary of Odin) is dying, and she's aggreived by the slaughter of her many children over the ages. With little time left and losing hope, she gives birth to one last Pegasus, Heero, which she makes from the remnants of Odin, from when he was reabsorded into her (because of the promise he made to his mother, on the condition that he could have a child with Katrina if he surrendered his life to the Star Queen). After the delivery, she dies, leaving one of her sisters to find her ashes and Heero crying on the floor of her chambers. The sibling, enraged that her sister died giving birth to Heero (and thus blaming him for her demise), throws him over the edge of the balcony of heaven. The ghost of Odin, though, saves Heero and promises to protect his son. Heero, after his descent to the ground from the heavens, is stalked by a Nightmare, and is, in turn, saved by the wife of the Nightmare (since the male ate their children and she wants revenge). She takes in Heero as her own, but is later killed by her former husband's brother. But Heero escaped.
I hope that's enough of a refresher for you guys. ^_^
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing.
A long white face speared with a flaring crystalline horn, whose effulgent crackles seared spirals and glowing furrows along the antler as the jeweled surface reflected her countenance in molten, wavering streaks of white and golden flames. Dark blue eyes regarded her intently, as deep, cavernous wells full of murky water that clouded the gazer's image in its precipitate mists and swallowed the wisher's plea with garbled resonance. Above that cistern hung a bucket to sample the blurry water, although secured by a rusted, knotted chain that screeched when the crank was turned and created friction sparks as the metal links clanked with each revolution, protesting against the invasion on that veiled tarn. The pail sounded anxious to break and splash into the darkness, to leave the drinker and wisher stranded with thirsty hopes and parched dreams. Mysterious but pragmatic. Inscrutable. His body was wrapped in a pelt of pearlshine that shimmered in the ghoulish moonlight and sprayed along the tips of his tattered feathers, blanching his savage mane and skimming the hard, lean muscles of the horse's rear and calves.
The beast startled her with his regality and rigid poise. His eyes held her captive in those cistern irons.
Strong arms wrapped around her back and slid along her scintillant, heated skin, with his callused hands caressing her shoulders as he pressed her against him and rubbed his hips through her sheer gown. He blew against the sensitive flesh beneath her ear while nipping and nuzzling at her collarbone, seducing her to stillness.
Relena's body stiffened and locked her limbs in place, prisoner to his stare as the optic shackles grew tighter. Trembling.
His lips claimed her stunned mouth and possessed her with gentle groans and salivary ministrations and soft sucking on her lower lip, massaging her tongue and fondling her mouth with carnal, sensual covetousness. Thieving her breath and craving her soul and sexuality.
Her eyes bolted wide when the ocular fetters coiled subtly and deliberately around her neck and her breath hitched in her throat, inducing her breasts to quiver and body tighten in anticipatory release, lips tingling and swelling and her mouth lubricated with foreign panting and sensations. Overwhelming her.
Convulsions ravaged her in starlit spires and cyclical lunar phases of full and waning shudders as his rhythm hastened. He wracked her soul with his aroused grunts and sexual moans that mated with her stifled, intimate whimpers and scream of coital and ethereal marriage. He thrust into her warmth and whispered her name in strained groans, burying his head into her neck and tangling in her damp, glistening strands that kissed his shoulders. Filling her. Owning her.
She felt her legs collapse and consciousness withdraw from her senses, cold and empty and throbbing in a libidinous daze of satiation as she reached out her hand in trying to grab a fist full of the stallion's mane to keep herself from falling. But she watched-- Heady and groggy as her fingers slid through the pale gossamer and grazed the scar on the animal's cheek, remnant of a faded handprint. Dark and gray, seeming jagged against his brilliant coat and the sharpness of those piercing eyes. Out of place and tacitly reminiscent. With a gasp, she looked into those orbs of mesmeric, abysmal Prussian one last time before encroached on by oblivion. Abandoned to lonesomeness.
Bewildered and lost.
The Pegasus was stoic, looking straight ahead and devoid and unaffected by her sudden fall, just staring where she once stood-- And was steady. Undisturbed by the breeze that tousled his unkempt mane and licked at the simmering, smoldering horn. Mindless of the moonbeams that showered his shins and cooled his heated body--
And then he shook his head once, trimming his face and cloaking his fiery pinnacle in threaded tufts of white, blinking his eyes for a few moments-- And shook it again, stomping his hooves upon the illuminant earth and scraping them across the grass, lighting the air with sparkling puffs of dust and silver pollen.
He immediately came to his senses, escaping from the lull of her sultry verses and the lilting waver in her voice, bringing his mind back to consciousness as he surveyed the dormant maid.
She'd seen him. He knew. Why else would she have collapsed, if not at the sight of a legendary, assumedly extinct creature fabled for abducting women? There could be no other reason. She saw him, would tell her family about him, could get him hunted and caged and exposed. Endanger the procreation of his race.
And so she'd have to die. To preserve his secret? she would be sacrificed.
That was the best option.
He lowered his forehead and craned his sturdy white neck that gleamed with glossy, sinewy brawn in the twilight, a few disheveled locks hovering above his muzzle and concealing his eyes as they narrowed, focusing on her smooth, pale throat. He was resolute about making the slit clean and precise and painless for the unfortunate Selenian. This Horseman may have been ruthless, but in no way merciless or sadistic. For she was innocent of all but blindness, and he refused to defile her because of inherited physical perfection.
Her nervous shivering made him struggle with his own uncertainty, but the suppleness of her skin and her erratic breathing twisted his stomach and burned it in a roaring forge that melted his innards and recast the tissue into a sweltering residue of passion. Muted purrs escaped her lips when his hands steadied her hips, his fingers tentatively grazing her inner thighs.
He stopped mid-swing. Frozen by the vividness of his vision. His limbs shook from the sudden onslaught of lust and glimpses of promiscuity.
When he dipped his head so he could lavish her breasts and intoxicate himself on her draught of warmth, corporeality, and sensuousness, his ears pounded with her halting moans and lewd, enticing gasps and strains. They made him shudder, groan, enthralled by her body's reaction to his touch. Wanting more from her.
This Pegasus had to back away from the hypnotism of maiden's nearness, distance himself in order to regain his senses and clear his mind of licentiousness. To keep himself focused on a task he quickly realized, because of whatever curse upon herself she must have earlier canted, was impossible to complete. Her song must have been one of provocation and imminent wantonness, because when determined to kill her for his own advantage a graphic image of carnality prevailed.
But he couldn't just leave her; the risk of her divulging his existence was too inevitable. It would be totally foolish to rely on her silence. But he couldn't approach her in hostility either, so it seemed.
He had to know, had to understand why her mere presence seduced him. Why the transient, feathery expiration of her breathing caused his body to twitch with arousal, why the delicate rise and fall of her chest made his throat clench shut and his heart constrict and defiantly contort, even if only briefly. And he had to break her spell over him, needed to isolate her and force her to revoke the lascivious anathema. Take her to a place where he could break her.
His lair.
Resolved in this, he knelt beside her body and wedged his head beneath her back, twisting his neck to cause her form to shift and drape over his shoulder blades, letting the hem of her twinkling, ivory gown spill in a frothy waterfall onto the grass and splash along his legs in the mildness of the zephyr. After a few moments of writhing for the sake of adjustment, the stallion broke into a grating stride through the incandescent and glimmering foliage while spreading his wings, reliant that the winds knew the way to his citadel and would carry him there with little coaxing.
As if prophesying.
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Dre-e-e-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-mmm?
Dre-e-e-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-mmm?
Bri-i-on-g-l?id?
Rev-e-la-tory-y-y? in a realm of fantasy?
Tai-bre-e-e-amhhhh? r?ocht fantais?ocht?
A pray-er from humanity? for its realm of fantasy?
Bring to me?
Let me see?
Let me know?
Help me be?
Paidir?
an cine daonna?
Dre-e-e-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-mmm?
Dre-e-e-e-e-e-e-a-a-a-a-a-mmm?
Bri-i-on-g-l?id?
The transcendent wisps of an elfin fire popped and hissed as their shrouded, smoky ringlets lifted to the stars and smudged the night with filmy shreds, clouding the calico of soft silver-blue in gauzy, gray lace. A winged horse morphed from the ashen fog and glittered within the cracking, luminous sparks, airily flapping its wings to dispel and shear the surrounding smoke, brandishing its horn with the use of astral flickers that emanated from beyond the fumes. It's eyes were dark and obscure, black as chilled coals in the twilight. And the drab creature lasted but only a few moments before the winds cut through its midsection and sliced the smoggy vapor in two, dissipating as the severed remains rose further into the heavens.
The mystic's eyes flashed open when the smoke disseminated, breathing heavily and with sweat dripping down his face in premonitory trickles. Exhausted and startled by the graveness of his trance and sacrosanct ecstasy that left him shaking and his heart burning with every beat, his left hand reached over and clutched his prayer breads, intuitively looping the holy bracelet around his hand another time before being able to properly focus on the natural world again. His light blond hair fluttered in the breeze, brushing against his pointed ears and drifting across his gentle sea-green eyes, a gaze that held sacred compassion and wisdom of the supernatural in their depths. Empathy for those of this world and hope for souls of the next.
A young elf, descendant of those who are the mystics for the Dreamers' Realm, the priestly caste that mediates with humanity and divines revelation from its thoughts, epiphanies, and pure imagination. Lost in the tribute of their raptures and unitive stupors. They guide these fabricated figments to salvation, to the eternal gate outside of man's legend and reminiscence where they await the day when they may be committed to memory and find refuge in that timeless chamber of the human mind. Forever remembered, and therefore immortal. Simply, he was a member of the venerated nobility.
He had it again, that horrid vision. One in which the Pegasus flies lofty and free, but with damnation at its heals. Where the supposedly extinct Horseman circles the moon and is engulfed by the satellite's brightness and lustrous beauty, from which it turns dark and wretched and ugly. Nothing but a shadowy crater in the sky and repulsed by the stars.
He still didn't understand its meaning, couldn't decipher the rapture's implication, and yet it'd been recurring for over a month, plaguing him with each meditation and every trance he encouraged. No matter how he concentrated and took to prayer and fasting and penance, his mysticism lead him to that single vision. Disconcerting him with its vividness and drowning him in confusion.
Which drenched his body in sweat. Gave him apocalyptic spasms. Made him grieve for the condemned spawn of Nightmares and their ways, for the astray sinners of light that couldn't find their way back to the expanse of stars and moonbeams. Abandoned to a world of oblivion and nullity that promised forgetfulness? total erasure from man's remembrances. And thus death.
But he couldn't worry about their transgressions then; he had to concentrate on interpreting his revelation.
So the righteous elf leaned over to stoke the fire-- A slight moan.
His ears perked at the sound, limbs stiff and eyes wide, and he turned his head to try and discern its whereabouts and voice-- Near the thicket. He rose, grabbing his flagellant whip and walking towards the quiet whimpers, pushing aside the glinting boughs and trudging through the brilliant, lucent bushes in search of the maiden--it was a female cry, he quickly surmised, since its pitch was high and with the knell of innocence. Though he approached the grove with deliberate steps and his garments gathered in his hands, keeping them from scraping across the ground and catching in the shrubbery.
Upon reaching the briar, he was shocked. Rigid. Utterly confounded to see a Pegasus, the stallion from his former, baleful ecstasies, galloping beneath the bronze shade from the trees and darting through the thick radiance of the underbrush. Its lumbered sprint was purposeful and intimidating, powerful as its pinion glimmered in the moonlight and leveled the foliage in its path, pummeling the stipuled light beneath his hooves.
As though driven by something greater than himself.
But what really caught the mystic's eye was the Selenian hanging over the Pegasus's back, with her long, gold hair in disarray and her weak calls for help filtering through the umbrage, the pleas somewhat muddled and almost involuntary. As if her remonstration was meant for another besides the assailing Horseman. More like for the prying interloper.
"I ask that you stop," the yellow-haired elf beseeched as the stallion barreled forth in a thunderous ferocity, although undaunted by the saint's request as the animal refused to even take his eyes from yonder. The mystic was forced to lunge aside into the glistening, bulbous reeds when the animal disobeyed, seeming insensitive and bold enough to spear him if the clergyman remained obstinate and in his path.
The priest looked up from the ground at the retreating form of the stallion and narrowed his eyes, untangling the string of beads from around his wrist and tossing it like a makeshift lariat, catching on the horse's hind leg.
"I warned you to stop!"
The Pegasus stumbled on the lasso as the round pearls slid beneath his hoof, bringing him to his knees before the usually kind mystic and leaving him face to face with dirty, naked feet. The animal's stillness was determined and assessing.
Teleportation?
"I don?t know your exact reasoning for abducting her, but you must let her go. You have no right to take her against her will." The Horseman rose to his feet with a brutish confidence as he towered over the elf, tail tossing back and forth and wings flinching as his eyes skewered through the holy seer and to the road. A necessity to move forward churned in those blank depths, a singular focus as though Quatre were a nagging ghost that he could ride over. He snorted in admonition. "Please don't be stubborn. I'm well-versed in scripture, and so I have an idea about what you might want from her. And I won't let you kill her for a few notes of seduction."
Swinging his antler, the stalwart beast attempted to threaten the clergyman into submission, scoring the grass with his hooves. But the priest only shook his head and sighed, pained that he should have to combatively confront this endangered creature.
"Please, Horeseman, think of your soul. Spare her, if nothing else, for your own sake."
Then the lunar heiress shifted her halo-crowned head, turning her face towards the young mystic and giving him a clear view of her pink lips and pretty countenance, embroidered with honey-blond twine and think, sooty lashes. Her breasts swelled with her syncopated breathing, white and shining in the starlight's resplendence.
"Princess?"
With a begrudging, insulted grimace at this discovery, the elf ripped the beads from his bracelet and threw them at the Pegasus, screaming, "Briongl?id!" as he pitched the pearls into the numinous solemnity of the night. A striking juxtaposition of spheres of glowing white and ringed luminescence against the blackness engrossed the Horseman. And in a burst of feathers and wild, reverential glinting they transformed into a flock of lantern doves that beat their wings against the darkness, gargling an ancient, sepulchral nocturne through the stagnancy and pecking at his pale flesh. Drawing blood. Bone-colored talons scratching at his neck and ankles. Deafening him with their dismal cry. He sliced at the menacing birds with his spiral, cutting and tearing and murdering them in numbers, with the clergyman throwing twice as many more in retaliation. Barraging him with fire-winged aerials, plunging him into a pit of sanctity and song and light.
And as the storm of doves overcame the beast, the mystic took his whip and began beating his own breast, shrieking with a fevered passion to the heavens as the leather straps scarred him, "I call upon the power of human revelation! Aid your child! Free your daughter! Hear me!" Over and over, flogging himself and causing walls of fire to spurt from the ground and trap the Horseman in an incinerate cage, charring his tail and scalding his flailing limbs. But still he charged the downy battalion and burned himself on the hallowed, subliminal flames, with tears running down his face from the thick smoke that irritated his eyes and dried his throat. But he wouldn't surrender. Wouldn't give up. Fought on.
He kissed her.
The mystic's hand froze in that momentary glimpse.
She moaned and writhed beneath his body, panting his name in labored repetition.
He felt himself grow warm and his loins ache.
They joined as one flesh in a dance of sonorous cries; perspiration; spasms; and tears, wound around each other in a somatic, slick rope as they convulsed and completed one another.
The elf instantly dropped his whip as the vision overwhelmed him in orgasmic waves, forcing him to his knees while he clutched his heart in empathic sensuality. Blushing and spent. Sweat dripped down between his eyes, his breathing heavy and erotic. Sexual.
"Heero?" And then gurgles sputtered from his mouth as the stallion's blade slit the priest's throat in his moment of distraction, with the Horseman not even stopping to watch as the blood ran down that pallid neck and soiled the mystic's clean gray robes in a grueling, gory web of crimson. His eyes glazed over and he tumbled clumsily to the illumined earth. Choking. Gasping. Surrounded by a rank circle of dismembered bird carcasses. Left for dead as the Pegasus galloped off into the bracken, stained with blood. Not looking back.
"Hee-ro?" His body twitched and he felt sleep clutch at his consciousness, blurring his vision and bringing tears to his dim turquoise eyes. "You? I?"
"Hush now, dear Quatre," a figure whispered huskily as she knelt over his dying body in the darkness, regarding the elf with a sultry, nightmarish smile and accursed eyes that gleamed with flares of waning blue. She ran her long thin fingers along his cheek and allowed the chain from her illumined, golden manacles to linger at his neck, causing his skin to prickle. "You once spoke with such conviction about saving my soul? but now it looks like you need me to save your life."
AN: I will reveal the pairings that I'm sure of in the story: HYxRP, DMxHS, QWxDC, ZM(MP)xLN? and there will be some love triangles going on, as suggested by the first chapter and this one. I'm not exactly sure what I'm doing with Trowa yet, and I'm not resolved as to whether or not I want Wufei paired with anyone at all. Thanks everyone, and please tell me what you think. ~_^
Wow. And now he's carried her off?? To do what?? 
Ooh! Tell me! Tell me!
But yes, Heero is a Pegasus, a horse with wings. Although, in prologue 1a, you learn that the race of the Pegasus is born from the stars and consisits only of castrated males. That is, until Odin, son of the North Star (empress/queen of the stars), prostrates before his mother and begs that she let him have a child with Katrina Vividaire. Katrina was a Selenian noblewoman whom Odin saved from a Nightmare (keep in mind that story takes place within man's dreams and fantasies, and therefore exists only in the human mind--that's why Nightmares are the evil race of this fabricated universe). 
*Raspberry is in state of scared-lil-child-who-is-going-to-cry*