Beauty and the Beast
To do as you desire, whilst the sunbeams are sieving through the leaves of the Elder entwined trees. The beauty doesn’t come in the form of the angel, but of the demon. It is cast to be hurled at you, when you the least expect it and there is no leeway for any of it. Soaring were the clouds, as they have flown, and so the revealing lands of the sand dunes were reflecting the light, scintillating the luminescence, mirroring the God’s mercifulness and clemency when all the tided streams are vanished from the world that never desired them, and only, when all the beauty is gone, only then and there, you see what you missed, what you lacked. Of what you were deprived.
That is something that is unattainable, unreachable for some, but those who knew where to look in, they will find the shining pearling of those who were beautiful from the inside, and that is what is surfacing up, betided to be one with the spring and the winter that never knows when it shall end, and where it begins.
The expanding environment was going on and on, and the dunes were smiling back, they were beamed by the Dragon and his saddled rider, and with their captured spoil, that shall soon find out, that there is the presenting surprise in all of them, and you cannot ever learn through them all, not even just the one, since there is the guiding spheroid of the ones who were the wisps of the wills, who were paddocking and grazing the dune’s miracle works with the inundated wishes. When you believe that you have known all, that is the time when you didn’t even see what is under the veneer that is skewing beneath the bending process that does mold, but depending on the predicament and the conditioned situation, you will ascertain what is the vanishing sense of the gospel’s sincerity. And more and more of them were showing up, they were luminescing and irradiating.
Coruscating, so that they may seed, and after, they shall incandesce the resplendent firelights, and each one of them were the special occasion to eye how you disseminate the world with the spice, condiments that are spicing the main ingredient, the one which was awakening all the slumbering beauties, that are to awake when all the worlds fall to sleep. The budding and the pullulating. Even the sandworms are knowing about the green, but it was far deep, somewhere your eyes shall never look at, that is illumining radiance. These sand wisps of the wills were the Godsend gifts, like they are saying hello to everyone who is passing by, who is outflanking them or going around, making the full circle, the touring of their lives. And only at the current spot, they could behold what was behind, to their fronts, what was left and what was right, what was aloft and what was below. Upon the Dragon companion for life, they were gliding the sand and its dunes, as high as it was possibly befitting and due. So that some sandworm cannot expectorate at them or to even gulp them down. Anything is possible.
The sand had its magic, and not even the winds and the welkin may save them, if that is what the dune is desiring. Startled, they were ever higher, the largest specimens of them, were travelling through the burrowed holes and the holed up channels. They could sensate them. That they were there, up above. Those with the secret organs in both sexes, to impregnate, to incite the hormonal changes, growing wombs, whiles the glands and the enzymes were having their dues paid as well. Being kissed and touched while enchained and gagged, was something that he didn’t mind as long as it was relenting his anxieties. Perceiving the rising sand hillocks, the mounded grounds and the upper countries. Hilly uplands, and the heights, and moors of the sand surrounds, even the small rivers, and creeks.
- Are there the underground waters, below? – Beauty had worded it out. – Yes, it seems so, where all these little ones would be springing up? – That is what I have thought as well, and how is our traveller? – Exalior looks behind, perusing him, he was the silent one, stoic and staring at one dot, which happens to be his cloaked back, when the sunlight had dipped him into its immersive experience, immediately after, he had what to view, the Dragon was the high remainder that petted with him, with the natural world that was something which couldn’t be understood ever. He was still under the impression of the highness and majesty that manifested itself before him. – He shall be lavishing in being fine – turning around.
- Are you swayed or you are assuring yourself? – Stop it, do not urge me so. – He is all wrapped up, like the present that is ready to be delivered. – You are corrupting your mindfulness. – Well, if you ask me – she is voicing it out – I do sound as I do seem, I am of the purplish color, of the one color that once were our sealines, the purview of our elevating experiences, and you are one stuck up, uppish and self – important snob.
- Thank you very much, but no, he is well secured and fastened, and I have no intention to let him go. – He is morose and dour. – Also stout and cumbersome with the ill intents. – Those are your inclinations, and look at this. These landscapes and settings are the undisputed in their impactful environs. – You have spoken as the truest poet. – Poetess. – Yes, yes, I know, but we have to stay cautious and vigilant, that is why I am detaining him like this. – For how long? Exempt him from your aspirational whims. – This isn’t a whim? Why are you opposing me at every corner? – I am not doing that, I am resisting, and there is the difference. – You have never defied, and besides, he shall be more than good and… - By what I see… - Do not coil your neck like that, it may break. – If someone is to be heartbroken when I take it out, you shall be. – You are quarreling with me, tooth and foot! – Tooth and nail, you idiot, and I am not your Wolf who is to wag a tail, and woof, woof, I shall singe you to Hell and back, if I do not lay my eyes how it is only appropriate and apt. – And if he tries something, it shall be your blame!
- That is something that I do not bespeak! – in the back, the captured human could only roll his eyes and enjoy the view, at least, that was something, he was priding himself that he was taking the satisfaction in being at the roof of the planet, and not a single sandworm would touch them, that was the success. He heard the fables how Dragons were swallowed by the sand’s maws or were empoisoned or in anyhow, mauled to the deaths. In spite of his own conditions he was pulled in, he still doesn’t desire to see how one lauded creature of the same fable is brought down, just because they were sauntering without the endorsement. – It didn’t even lay a touch upon him. – He is a human, he doesn’t present any danger. – I was in danger of him. – Well, he could finish you off, he didn’t. You are too pretty, with your prettiest diadem on the top – this girl was sassy. How in the name of the Dragons, they were even rode? – Mmmmmmm – he sought to moan, it was requiring to even try it. – He is trying to speak, let it be so. – He may bite me, it happens all the time. – Not this time. – He has his mind. – It is locked up with the mouth, like his hands. – You are not making this easy, don’t you? – Nope so.
Thus, it was solved. He let go of the curbs, to have a look at the hooded man, whom he commences unchaining and to unbind from all restraints that held him down. Unhooding him after, he took, with slowness, the gag out, unwrapping him simultaneously, without any detriment or the defilement, he was mellow with him, affectionate, that was bounding on the idiotic behavior, the difficult one and slogging when it comes with the people they love. Those were Dragons, and you cannot alter them even when all goes to Hell as she forebodes like that. Sand has shifted.
- Do you want to pet with her? – No – he is finding his hoarse voice – but I do not get it, how do you ride her, you hatched her and educated her, but how are you given the consent to ride her, when you are feuding yourselves for the hundreds of times in just one day! – for a minute, they were the shushed ones, till they didn’t speak it out. – That is what you call the sowing the seeds. Which is implying, that a Dragon, may burn the rider that he or she doesn’t take with any honesty. There is no honor in it, for a Dragon, if the requirements for riding a Dragon is to bring up one, or that he doesn’t come to you as the egg, but as the hatchling or the grown up Dragon. It is depending on whom they are wishing to have. We are not asked anything.
- You are born with them, in the same crib you are cradled and you share the same blood that is coursing through your veins. - That is another thing, but even then, you do not possess a Dragon, it is the other way around. – But you submit them, to follow your orders. – For it wants it, if I am chosen, I am to be followed. – But still, there is something in the air, Dragons remind you that they are not possessions and something to be possessed?
- Precisely – an elongating neck of Beauty slithered to a man who was gripping a saddle, even when he was affixed to it. It is one thing to glare at the open sky, another to drift upon its cottony slenderness. – I am to pet you – she snuggles and he was jolted, basically, ousted from his silver saddle to whom he is attached not to fall out. – Hey, hey, tell her to stop it! – You do not command a Dragon, you are only to do what they do comply!
That is how he was latched with the Beauty that was enamored with him. He was one good-looking man, she licked him, and he was wakeful of her Dragon horns, that were lengthened and more solid upon the touch. Striking was her beauty, and the hide was thicker, she never stops to grow, and scales are shaded as the shadow tints, and the talons were her conquering tools with which she may conquer. She was one unworldly and transcendental dragon, and after some time, he was thawing out for her, unfreezing and she was demisting him. Snugging and he could almost hear that soft purring. The Dragon purrs? He somewhere did hear, listened about it, that Dragons were having the flair for purring, just like cats. To the point, that they could even try you with it, elicit and bring you to them. He is to be drawn to her, and she to him, they spoke with no words, and he ceded to be free. He got it. He is belonging to them both! She is flying off!
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- Put the hood back, do not make me repeat myself. – I am assenting to it, but out of my personal willpower, it is my creed. My faith, just like you have One! – Erelong, you are to serve Both!
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Her and I. Two faiths in one. A light hickey from the mating and soon underneath your neck, from immortalization shall be the decked mark. All your tears are licked away, stay to be adored!
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Unveiling the beauty of the man that had no semblance to anything they came across, the exquisitely delineated lines of the featured basics, no need to describe, he was their marvel for Love!