And inside you're burning
with some secret yearning
His approach is akin to a battering ram, determined to overcome whatever defenses she may have with brute force. He wastes no time on pleasantries, seems to care for naught but seeing her become a quivering puddle of fear before him. With her soft smiles and even softer curves, she should have been an easy conquest.
But they always seem to forget that with the ability to bend comes a certain amount of resilience. A certain unbreakable quality not noticeable until one tries to apply force.
She, on the other hand, is far more similar to a chisel. She would bide her time until a weak chink is exposed. That small crack would be her way in. He simply does not know it yet. Though what she will find beneath she does not know. She knows only that she wishes to find out. Whatever the consequences may be of such an act, she does not doubt that she will find what she is seeking.
He retreats from her, and she merely smiles, the faintest of satisfied glints in her silvery eye. He disappears from view, invisible to her eye. She does not search for him, has no need, really. He had not left her. She can hear the faint crunch of his hooves upon the leaves littering the forest floor, the soft chuffing of his breath.
She had not expected him to strike at her however. She flinches reflexively from the sharp sting of his horn against her flesh. Before his teeth can meet her thigh, the stars studded across her delicate frame coalesce into a shield, diamond bright and just as hard, protecting her soft skin from his ravaging bite. Her delicate head swings around, censure in her lovely gaze as her turquoise tail flicks towards him in stinging rebuke.
But her admonitions are brief, that soft smile back upon her lips more quickly than might have been expected. As he draws alongside her, shoulder to shoulder, a brief, tinkling laugh escapes her blue lips, her pale eyes lighting with amusement. She doesn’t hold herself back this time when the urge to reach out to him surges within her. Her teal muzzle brushes briefly, almost inconsequentially, against his neck, as amused words escape on a warm breath. ”Was that a test, darling?”
Withdrawing, she meets his gaze openly, her smile deepening. ”Two can play at that game.” As she speaks, her particular brand of magic is already swirling about her. The stars crawl across her skin, up her neck, before finally merging into two horns curling elegantly back from her skull. They are a beautiful, graceful echo of his, shimmering in the dim light. ”But first, perhaps you might share your name?”
Lirren
starlit daughter of joythief and carnage
Go ahead
