01-15-2016, 10:13 PM
Tobias had plenty of questions already, but he decided to wait and see if they would be answered as he continued to read. The tension in the story made him a little nervous, but the calm and steady breathing of his King of legend on his back reminded him of how it at the very least worked out in the end.
"I hardly understood it at the time, but nothing of the sort had happened before. By some biological standard, I might have been considered a defect for hearing such a voice. An illness of the mind plaguing me would have made just as much sense to the beast from whence I came. But the voice I heard neither obstructed me nor offended me. This voice had a power and warmth to it that I came to welcome in my brutish struggles for pleasure and power. And so as it whispered to me, I slowly started to listen. Even more slowly, I started to comprehend.
"My eldritch flesh became the target of scrutiny for the voice. How it leeched my true might, how pointlessly it overwhelmed my mind! I had never desired a clear mind, but as the idea came to me, I came to resent how I had no choice in the matter. Clarity came to me. The one glimmer of insight my mind could spark and protect, and that was how this voice I heard gave me instruction: rid myself of the bestial soul which gave rise to the chaotic flesh, and allow my true soul to assert itself.
"I lost track of time as I tried to understand it all; but the more I mused on it, the more I marveled that I could muse at all. The tendrils in my mind were akin to the tendrils that erupted from my scales. One could even argue they were one and the same. A fiery and desperate ambition to rebel came over me, and the once aimless instinct I had through all my days became my guide in this moment. No being could be allowed to overwhelm me. Not even myself. And so I started to push back.
"I find it difficult to describe the raw panic and battle-fury that surged in me side by side. To reject my own body for the sake of control itself seemed like losing control to a part of me. Even more distressing, the agony in every part of me was nearly overwhelming--" Tobias stopped to clear his throat, but more than that, he had to take a moment for himself. He almost felt embarrassed that he of all men was mate to someone who had struggled so tremendously just to have free will.
The big and warm left hand on his chest felt like the hand of a god...it all truly started to sink in for him. He had suspended his disbelief for how his King was childish yet deeply wise, ancient yet full of life. Now he had a clue to the true nature of the Dragon King...Tobias felt ashamed that he ever took his mate lightly. He took the hand into his own and squeezed it softly, before bringing it to his lips for a surprisingly reverent kiss. Tobias felt himself admiring his mate more and more every time he learned more about him. He made a silent promise to work to be a mate worthy of his affection.
"I hardly understood it at the time, but nothing of the sort had happened before. By some biological standard, I might have been considered a defect for hearing such a voice. An illness of the mind plaguing me would have made just as much sense to the beast from whence I came. But the voice I heard neither obstructed me nor offended me. This voice had a power and warmth to it that I came to welcome in my brutish struggles for pleasure and power. And so as it whispered to me, I slowly started to listen. Even more slowly, I started to comprehend.
"My eldritch flesh became the target of scrutiny for the voice. How it leeched my true might, how pointlessly it overwhelmed my mind! I had never desired a clear mind, but as the idea came to me, I came to resent how I had no choice in the matter. Clarity came to me. The one glimmer of insight my mind could spark and protect, and that was how this voice I heard gave me instruction: rid myself of the bestial soul which gave rise to the chaotic flesh, and allow my true soul to assert itself.
"I lost track of time as I tried to understand it all; but the more I mused on it, the more I marveled that I could muse at all. The tendrils in my mind were akin to the tendrils that erupted from my scales. One could even argue they were one and the same. A fiery and desperate ambition to rebel came over me, and the once aimless instinct I had through all my days became my guide in this moment. No being could be allowed to overwhelm me. Not even myself. And so I started to push back.
"I find it difficult to describe the raw panic and battle-fury that surged in me side by side. To reject my own body for the sake of control itself seemed like losing control to a part of me. Even more distressing, the agony in every part of me was nearly overwhelming--" Tobias stopped to clear his throat, but more than that, he had to take a moment for himself. He almost felt embarrassed that he of all men was mate to someone who had struggled so tremendously just to have free will.
The big and warm left hand on his chest felt like the hand of a god...it all truly started to sink in for him. He had suspended his disbelief for how his King was childish yet deeply wise, ancient yet full of life. Now he had a clue to the true nature of the Dragon King...Tobias felt ashamed that he ever took his mate lightly. He took the hand into his own and squeezed it softly, before bringing it to his lips for a surprisingly reverent kiss. Tobias felt himself admiring his mate more and more every time he learned more about him. He made a silent promise to work to be a mate worthy of his affection.