Desert Moon

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In a thin, low to the ground, tan-ish tent steam heaved a laden pressure, a dry cocktail of sand and dust stirring and swirling as it is disturbed by the thrusting of a man's strained broad back into the woman beneath him. Sweat evaporating as it forms upon their skin adding to the languor of the tent, its lingering moistness mixing with the sand and dust, caking onto their skin as they consort. Their sounds are low and primal, though the setup is far from any likely prying ears.

When the woman under him tries to reach up to touch his face, to kiss him, he answers the touch with a snarl, gripping the diagonal arm and maneuvering her to her stomach so she can not touch him. At least not like that, not with love, for this is not love they made, but a feeding of carnal urges, a release of stress and raging frustrations that fills him. That is what it always was between them. He would not allow any delusions with her, not even here. He knows she loves him. She knows he does not love.

After some time he growls his finish, hovering frozen for a few breaths before he collapses in exhaustion, hating the caked particles upon his flesh, even as he slowly moves away and tries to stretch, rotate, and shake, it doesn't all come free. The way their sweat instantly turned to steam in these tents the moment it appears save for what the sand and dust capture and cake on like thick quick drying batter. He hates this damn Moon, the way the sand and dust stuck to him like this. The way sweat was gone as soon as you sweat it wasn't too bad, save when you were in an enclosed space like these damn tents. With a hefty huff, he snatches a thin cloth used for both sheets and blankets, wrapping it around his waist before bursting out of the humid tent.

Arkus is a dry planet with few Oasis scattered, while he is fine with the dry pressing heat, it was the value the people have for water and moisture that warrants his hate of this place... or at least this part of the Ark (Moon). The tents made to collect it, primarily for long journeys, were one such things he hates most. Add with the sand and dust that never seem to stop churning in even the slightest breeze it was his own personal version of hell. Outside in the open air so dry just a breath could dry your mouth and throat, he takes in a deep breath of clean unmusty air before gracefully allowing himself to drop into a seating position to look out at his homeworld just off the horizon of this fucking Desert Moon, Arkus, of the planet Fremexibe, his planet. Not just his in the sense of being born there, but the fact he was its Prince, should be its King instead of his twin, Dlun Feinrig. No, it should be him, Dunkir Feinrig, sitting upon the throne.

Dunkir touches the wave shape risen birthmark on his left pec, one of the signs of his being Godkin, the reason their father hated him. *Note: Godkin a being with powers and abilities above that of the "normal" MortalKin, a thing looked down on the main planet of this system, Fremexibes, but on the many moons orbiting it, as well as most other habitats within their galaxy, is all but revered or at least looked upon favorably. End Note* His younger twin, Dlun, was born a Mortalkin, and as such their father favored him, making Dlun his successor and heir. When they were born and the wave mark was seen so plainly on his little chest the King accused his once beloved Queen of cheating with a God-type resulting in our dear Main Character, Dunkir. It killed the loving relationship they once had, though it seemed as though the King did still love her as he never divorced her and did all he could to save her when she became ill. Not that he was by her side, even at her last breath. But Dunkir was there. When his father shoved him away his mother swaddled him in her love. 

The Queen gave as much as she could to her youngest as well, but as the heir, there were not many occasions she could. Something that gave Dlun an added hatred for his brother, along with the disdain he learn from his father. But it was after her death that the King declared Dunkir should reside on the Desert Moon, in thought that since could control water then he should be banished to a place with none. The King ordered his favored son to deliver Dunkir "away from his sights" and so he did, arranging a local girl as a gift for his brother's stay. When the King withered away, some believe from the loss of his greatest Love and Queen, many expected Dunkir to take his rightful throne, but the King kept Dlun as his heir. And Dlun made sure to do what he could to keep it, Banishing his brother from being on the same planet, moon, or even ship as him, claiming it was to keep the line safe, for having them both in the same, whatever, would be too easy to kill their entire bloodline.