04-23-2013, 03:52 AM
Sure! I can go from an implied combination, I actually usually dislike writing sex scenes, so its good for me to just imply and go with magic. ))
Chev led his human charge through the forest, through ancient groves, and caverns of green, it was only when they reached the forest heart as the day began to grow long, and the sun began to sink did he stop and turn towards the boy once more.
The forest heart was where the first tree of the forest had grown centuries ago, it was the ancient hill where once Chevreuil as a fawn himself had looked out over plains that were now the forest depths. The ancient oak still stood, as twisted and gnarled as any drift wood, dark as old leather, and its leaves even in the early spring the color of the darkest shadows of green.
"This is my home Reinn, yours too now. All these woods came from this tree..... I think for this ritual to work, it might be best to do it at the heart of things...." He smiled, speaking in a hushed voice, it seemed even the god who called this glade forgotten by time a home felt the heavy silence of the air, that felt like the peace of it might be broken if one spoke too loudly.
Clutching the others hand like it was sacred itself, the god led his sacrifice through the ancient roots as thick as trees themselves, and arching and twining over eachother like a maze, untill they reach a sort of cavern made by the roots, with a cieling of mosses, and a bed and floor of ferns and soft grasses.
With the last rays of the setting sun painting everything is vivid detail, and the fireflies dancing in the crimson light, it was easy to see whisp of things that might not have been there, a glow of something that might have been a trick of light as easily as magic, as Chevreuil took Reinn and made him a warden of the forest.
The next morning the sun peaked through the glade pale and golden, the god raised his head to look out at the world, cervine body curled around the sleeping sacrifice, his hooves tucked beneath him and ears twitching with every sound, wondering how long the other might sleep, not that he dared move before the other woke, but still, humans could be somewhat.... out of touch with nature he mused to himself, curling his long tawney neck over Reinn again.
Chev led his human charge through the forest, through ancient groves, and caverns of green, it was only when they reached the forest heart as the day began to grow long, and the sun began to sink did he stop and turn towards the boy once more.
The forest heart was where the first tree of the forest had grown centuries ago, it was the ancient hill where once Chevreuil as a fawn himself had looked out over plains that were now the forest depths. The ancient oak still stood, as twisted and gnarled as any drift wood, dark as old leather, and its leaves even in the early spring the color of the darkest shadows of green.
"This is my home Reinn, yours too now. All these woods came from this tree..... I think for this ritual to work, it might be best to do it at the heart of things...." He smiled, speaking in a hushed voice, it seemed even the god who called this glade forgotten by time a home felt the heavy silence of the air, that felt like the peace of it might be broken if one spoke too loudly.
Clutching the others hand like it was sacred itself, the god led his sacrifice through the ancient roots as thick as trees themselves, and arching and twining over eachother like a maze, untill they reach a sort of cavern made by the roots, with a cieling of mosses, and a bed and floor of ferns and soft grasses.
With the last rays of the setting sun painting everything is vivid detail, and the fireflies dancing in the crimson light, it was easy to see whisp of things that might not have been there, a glow of something that might have been a trick of light as easily as magic, as Chevreuil took Reinn and made him a warden of the forest.
The next morning the sun peaked through the glade pale and golden, the god raised his head to look out at the world, cervine body curled around the sleeping sacrifice, his hooves tucked beneath him and ears twitching with every sound, wondering how long the other might sleep, not that he dared move before the other woke, but still, humans could be somewhat.... out of touch with nature he mused to himself, curling his long tawney neck over Reinn again.