A little pervyness in this one!
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Spring was in the air that morning. Fresh seasonal flowers emerged and bloomed, throwing a carnival of scents and colours amidst the early fog. This was a time of life and youth, of vitality and activity. And it was truly in the coniferous forest where this was being demonstrated best.
Up in the branches of a medium-sized tree, a male fairy and a harpy were mating. A gentle exercise, with soft thumps and scratching and little mewls of pleasure quietly disrupting the silence of the woods. Little mattered to the couple other than how close they were, how good this felt. For them there was no denying it, it was simply wonderful.
Grendel did not share that opinion. A slam of his powerful tail and the tree shook violently, startling the lovers, sending them flying in terrified shock in-between a flurry of feathers and leaves and falling branches and pinecones. The frustrated fairy met the squamataur’s disgusted face for but a second before darting away with the harpy, towards the horizon.
What an idiot, Grendel thought. Didn’t he see that was her trap? To seduce him down to the bone, get him to follow her every whim, then toss him away like shed skin. Yes, that was how females are. For they go about with their looks and charms, the sweet words and pretty smiles, talking of fun and friendship…..as long as it’s convenient. And then they’ll latch and wring the very life out of you.
He had always noticed, there seemed to be far more females around than males like him. Nagas, centaurs, sphinxes, mermaids, fairies, dryads, no matter what, it was always the same. He wasn’t even sure he had ever seen a single harpy that was male, and yet the girls were all over, crude and spiteful. Parading, stalking, as if the world belongs to them. Not fair at all.
But he’s strong. He is not one to fall of their wiles again. Those two loons on the Giant Tree, the witch from the waterfalls, that insane shark-blood…they will find he’s not as easy to charm. Never again. He’ll show them, he’ll show them all.
He showed her.
Again and again his mind brought her back, in his dreams and memories, and it just kept making him angrier with himself. Those smiles, those plans, those hugs, those grasped hands, those honeyed promises…..what an imbecile he had been.
And yet, sometimes, watching that same smirk…..he felt like…..he might have….
Maybe…
Grendel suddenly let out a loud snort and kicked the sharp grass, sending even more pinecones and torn soil flying in the air. Right away he was continuing his trek, furiously stomping through the slowly warming forest.
The sun had gotten to his head. He better find some shade.
Subject: Issues 
Wed Jan 19, 2011 2:54 am
If you think their conflict is more than explained, good, I was just curious... 
