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 Male x Male  Fantasy You Have My Heart

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by python regius, Aug 14, 2019 at 1:37 AM.

  1. python regius

    python regius Wild Member Member

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    @+~Frezno Lezbo~+

    "Mako, if you could kindly join me," Bekko called. His companion was darting about the rocks near the shoreline, straying dangerously close to where the waves crashed violently against the cliffside. He was chasing down fish that were little more than a bright flash in the water, cupping them in his hands only to let them dart through his fingertips. "You're being cruel."

    The mer with a shark's tail begrudgingly returned to his side with lazy strokes of his grey, sinuous tail. "Don't be a hypocrite, you used to chase them right along with me," Mako reminded the prince. Of course, he was right, but Bekko didn't drop his stony gaze.

    "This is no time for playing," Bekko snapped, unjustifiably angry at such a small thing. Mako knew well enough to back off the subject. This wasn't the first time they had the same argument as of late, and it never got farther than Mako telling Bekko he was being unfair or that he needed to lighten up. Any more than that and the prince would turn away with a huff, finding some excuse to end the conversation. The fun-loving prince had turned into a distracted, brooding bachelor, and it was better not to try and argue.

    The pair were well outside the farthest reaches of the kingdom, and Mako was tired of the traveling. They had been keeping a clipped pace per Bekko's insistence for the past two days, as they were the only ones who cared enough to be spared. A report of a sea dragon had been relaying at the court, and without further consultation, Bekko had them packed and on their way. Mako had protested fiercely, but his options were reduced to letting Bekko go alone or to tag along to keep the prince out of harm's way; that was hardly a choice at all.

    It was close to an hour before Bekko was pulled from his thoughts far enough to speak again. "It has to be close now." Bekko had repeated the words of the man who described the journey so many times he had memorized them. He held the words at the forefront of his mind from then on. He was absolutely determined to avenge his love, with no regard of his own outcome. A sea dragon was a rare find, there was no coincidence. This would be the same that had been sighted the night his love went missing. Never killed, only missing.

    Even as eager as he was, Bekko knew better than to dive headlong into a fight with a dragon. The man had said the thing had been spotted dragging its kill back to cave, so when Bekko spotted particularly large one ahead, he pulled close to the cliff face. Mako had trained with the prince for years, so he was quick to follow suit, falling in line with the other seamlessly. The cave's mouth opened into a wide cavern, and Bekko could spot two branching corridors splitting off from the main cave. He would be hesitant, but would not refuse to explore those as well if needed. For now, he hugged the rock wall, peering into the cave. It was dark and murky inside, but they had no choice. Still moving along with one hand touching the wall, the pair moved in with lazy tail strokes, trying not to disturb the water too much.
     
  2. +~Frezno Lezbo~+

    +~Frezno Lezbo~+ Wild Member Member

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    Another day. Another painful, lonely, lethal day had passed since he'd been cursed. Another day since he'd lost his one love. Another day of feeling his bones snap and reform. This was all Nezulia knew. Ever since that horrid man cursed him, he'd been damned to the same fate day after day. Wake up a dragon. Hunt some sharks or whales. Eat. Throw the bones in the pit inside his cave. Scratch a line on the wall for another day. Go to sleep as a merman. So why should today be any different?

    Nezu slithered through the kelp forest, eyes locked on a shark chomping down on a whale carcass. This used to bother him; hunting and killing in such a merciless, barbaric way. But when you're left alone with nothing but your thoughts and a burning self-hatred, you learn to get over these things.

    With a strong wave from his tail, he was suddey upon the great white, teeth sinking in to its head and snapping it off after a moment or two of a struggle. The sea dragon turned and slowly swam back towards his home, thought nowadays it seemed more like a jail cell. There was no rush for him. After all, who would fuck with a sea dragon larger than a whale?

    Nezu swam inside his cave, heading through one of the entrances in the back that lead to a much larger room. Crystals of all colors and sized grew from the rocky floor and the ceilings. There was a hole in the top that exposed the moon when it was at its highest. The dragon are slowly, cleaning the bones before dropping them in to the crevice where hundreds of thousands of other bones lay. Another day, another death.

    He looked up and watched as the sky slowly darkened. The moment the sun was gone, bubbles began to swirl around him, slowly engulfing him as the pain took over. Bones audibly crunched and skin broke, reforming only to break again. The transformation lasted only a minute, though for him it felt like forever.

    Once the bubbles finally cleared, Nezu stood there, the light from the moon illuminating the crystals and causing a rainbow of glow to fall upon his pale skin and tail. His hair was now much longer.
    It used to reach only his shoulders, though now it well reached down to the halfway point of his tail. His nails, while he'd managed to keep them short, were ragged and dirty. When you're suffering eternal loneliness and a warlock's curse, a manicure isn't exactly number one on your list of priorities.

    Nezu sighed softly and picked up a jagged rock, dragging it down the edge of the wall. Another day. Just the same as the one before..
     
  3. python regius

    python regius Wild Member Member

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    "Bekko, we can't see anything. Don't you think it would be best to wait till morning?" Bekko didn't even look back. "We can make a camp, come back first thing." Mako thought he had finally gotten through to Bekko when the other stopped short, but all he got was a glare.
    "There's plenty of light. The moon is close." without waiting for confirmation from his partner, Bekko was pushing forward again. All Mako could do was sigh. He could leave, but that would leave his friend to go it alone, and without Mako's level-head, that was liable to get him killed. So he was forced to go along with things just as he had been pigeonholed into accompanying Bekko on the trip in the first place.

    The made slow progress around the edges of the cavern. The water was deep enough to be too dark to see the floor they swam over, or the fish that might live there, so they were slow and careful. It was too risky to talk, so they were silent until they reached one of the forks. "You can't be serious about going in there! We have to wait until morning." It was no use, Bekko had already pushed himself forward with a powerful flick of his tail, creating a soft jingle in the water as the metal rings around his tail clattered together.

    Determined as he was, even Bekko slowed as they entered the passageway. It was dark, but a light a short ways ahead kept Bekko slowly swimming forward. The last stretch was a sprint with Mako hurrying to catch up, unable to stand the dark any longer. The same powerful thrust from Mako's tail that sent him shooting after his friend was the same that had him barrelling into Bekko, sending them both careening into plain sight before they both darted for cover, huddling behind a particularly large crystal. The beauty of the cavern went ignored at the thought they had just exposed themselves to whatever horror lay waiting for them. Mako withdrew the spear he had been carrying on his back, brandishing it defensively. But after no roar or beast came bursting out at them, Bekko gained the courage to peer around the rock out into the cavern.

    Mako couldn't help but reach out a hand to place on Bekko's shoulder in case he needed to pull the man back, but all was still quiet. With nothing able to be seen in the immediate vicinity Bekko pulled Mako to the surface. Again he peered around, but drew back quickly when he heard, and saw the ripples from, a splash next to a rocky island. It was a much smaller splash than Bekko would have expected from a dragon, but it still sent him darting back. Shit, they'd been spotted. Mako assumed a protective position in front of Bekko, but decided it better to meet their attack on. He pulled Bekko with him as they rounded the crystal to meet their opponent.
     
  4. +~Frezno Lezbo~+

    +~Frezno Lezbo~+ Wild Member Member

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    As Nezulia gazed at the fresh marking on the wall, his eyes trailed over to the left. Hundreds of marks just like it encircled the entirety of the cavern walls, seeming to taunt him. Another day.. A sudden burst of anger filled him and the merman turned, striking a rock roughly the size of him with his tail. The strength of it sent the rock splashing in to the water near a rocky island. How much longer did he have to live like this?! Why did he still have to have that painful sliver of hope within him?! It was because of that one milimeter of hope that he hadn't offed himself yet. And yet what for? To sit in this damned cave every night? To have to hunt sharks and rotting whale carcasses to barely scrape by each day?

    Nezulia's shoulders slumped. Why did he fool himself so? What did he expect, for Bekko to suddenly waltz in to his cave and announce that he could come home? That he'd managed to get that sea witch to undo the curse he'd placed upon him? To be able to go to bed with a full stomach tomorrow and to be able to marry his one and only love? No. This wasn't a fairy tale, and he wouldn't get his happy ending. And he'd never see his love again. And even if he did, who's to say that Bekko hadn't moved on? He's be so repulsed by the prince- no, the former prince's current state that he'd probably wish Nezulia had been killed.

    The merman gave a heavy sigh (he seemed to be creating that sound a lot these days) and settled down on his make shift bed made of kelp and sea grass, closing his dead eyes. No.. No merperson could ever love what he had become..

    Just as he was about to drift off into fitful slumber, he felt the water displace- a sigh someone or something was very, very near to him. Something he had now deemed very bad. Nezu's eyes shot open and he drew off of his bed of kelp, nails at the ready as his vision slowly focused. His eyes widened. No.. no, it couldn't be.. There was no way... He had to be delusional. Either that or this was some sick joke his unconscious mind was playing on him. There was no way that Bekko and Mako were floating a mere ten feet from him. Slowly, Nezulia shook his head, backing away. No.. No.. why were they here? How did they find this place? Were they here to mock him? Finish him off? Expose him as they beast they all saw in their nightmares?

    So many years of social deprivation had made him wary; distrustful. He couldn't so easily trust or believe anything. If he did, he'd surely be dead. Living such as he day in and day out had scarred him in more ways than physically. So when his lover and his old best friend showed up right before him out of the blue, it all but caused an episode.
     
  5. python regius

    python regius Wild Member Member

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    Mako had enough sense to pull up short when they rounded their hiding spot into the relatively open waters of the cavern. The colorful glimmering of the rocks was distracting, but they paled in comparison to the sight they found in front of them. Had Mako been alone, he would have done away with this creature. He knew in an instant what they were looking at, the same man he had tried so hard to get rid of years ago. Then, he hadn't had it within him to take the life of another personally. He had resorted to a curse, one that he knew would hide the other prince away from Bekko in disguise and shame, and here he was, regretting that choice more strongly than he had thought possible to regret one's decisions. Now a seasoned warrior, he would not draw back the strength behind his spear.

    But Bekko was behind him, and while it took the prince a few moments longer than it took Mako, the prince recognized their opponent with a harsh gasp. Mako felt nothing but disregard for the prince across from them, but he couldn't hurt the one behind him like that. This discovery had been exactly what Bekko had been hoping for, but now that he was faced with his wish, he didn't know what to do. His tail was a bright flash of color next to Mako's grey one, but the guard held out his hand to catch the prince before he could go shooting by with a harsh grip to his arm. "Be careful," Mako growled. "You don't know."

    He was right, as always, and for once Bekko had the sense to listen. While he had imagined this scenario time and time again, this wasn't turning out as he had imagined a single one. He had never thought the other would look so changed. Haggard, tired, without the jovial tip of his lip that Bekko loved so dearly. He wanted to rush into the other's arms and assure him everything was going to be all right now, and he was ashamed to realize that he thought doing so might end up with he and Mako quite injured. There was a feral look to the other prince's eyes that Bekko didn't trust.

    After a heavy beat of silence, Bekko gasped once more. "Nezulia!" Bekko's hands clenched at his said as he spoke again, louder. "Nezu!" Perhaps the prince's nickname would rouse him. It didn't seem to be having a major effect, so Bekko cautiously moved a little closer. "Nezu, it's me. Bekko, your love. I've been searching for you so long, I never stopped." Bekko didn't dare swim closer, but from here he could see the other's tangled hair and brittle nails. What had he been doing for so long? Clearly, it hadn't involved taking care of himself. Bekko's heart hurt to think of what must have driven his love to such a thing. "What happened; what's going on?"
     
  6. +~Frezno Lezbo~+

    +~Frezno Lezbo~+ Wild Member Member

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    All he could do was stare; at his love and the only friend he'd ever truly relied on. The former prince had no idea that it was Mako who had sent the sea witch to curse him. Which was probably for the best. Had Nezulia known, he probably would have ripped the guard's throat out with his own teeth. But more importantly, how were they here? Why were they here? Nezulia's head was throbbing. It felt like a hot iron was being jammed through his ear canal and in to his eye socket. His tail swished distraughtly behind him, knocking rocks aside as he racked his brain. How does one talk again?

    Then Bekko spoke his nickname and the merman snapped from his stupor. He shook his head, backing away slowly. His matted hair floated around him, threatening to conceal him. "No..." His voice was gravelly from not using it for so long, vocal cords so weak he could barely manage to speak above a whisper. It took Nezulia a moment to figure out what words went along with his thought. "No.. you... you're not.. not real.." He mumbled. Nezu shook his head repeatedly as he spoke. "Can't be... not really real.. just like before... not real.." Hysteria was starting to overcome him. The sea witch's frequent visits and illusions and hallucinations she forced him to see at random times had disintegrated his belief and trust. Nezulia had truly been broken throughout his struggle to survive.

    When Bekko advanced, he jerked violently. "Stay away!!!" He all but threw himself back. The rough cave wall and sharp crystals cut in to his skin, creating small, slow to rise clouds of blood, though physical pain meant nothing to him now. "You're.. not real..." As his voice decreased in volume, his shaking increased tenfold. "Not real.. just her joke.. not real..." How could he trust this sudden unexplained appearance? How could he know for sure it wasn't an illusion or a hallucination?
     

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