01-05-2017, 08:18 PM
Stillwater
"You look like a mutt who's owner beat him one too many times... Now tell me how a stallion such as yourself becomes... this?"
He didn't have to turn his head much to see the woman, most especially as she began to circle him as though he were a piece of meat at market. He smiled slowly, knowingly. She probably wasn't even aware of the magnetic pull of his lethal attraction that tugged her closer, dragging her into orbit around him. His seductive scent, his alluring eyes, his carefully chiseled features.
"Such a shame," she said in mock disappointment as she caught sight of the beautiful chain at his foot. She introduced herself then. Karaugh. It wasn't familiar, and he hadn't seen her at the meeting. A traveler then, perhaps. Someone who didn't belong, more so than even he.
Aw, you mean you don't like it? he asked, feigning hurt and lifting his leg with a casual inspection of it. It was rather fetching, if he didn't consider the whole purpose behind having it latched on to him. Not that she would know that part. He had hoped it would go unnoticed, small and ornamental as it was, inconspicuous. But he supposed not everyone could keep from looking over his whole sensual figure, head to foot. They simply couldn't help it, and he wasn't conceited in thinking so; merely a fact.
Simply the nature of the beast.
Such as myself, you say? And what sort of stallion do you think I am, then? What is it you think I have become? he challenged her curiously with a kind smile.
You don't even know me. But you could. Oh, you could.
go down with me, fall with me, lets make it worth it