a ghost in the darkness.

There’s a moment when he debates on pressing his muzzle to Ivar’s cheek and either pulling back with flesh or laying a tantalizing kiss. Heda doesn’t give him a chance when she screams at them all. He doesn’t plan on listening to her until he is distracted. He can feel the tingling sensation as magic penetrates his exterior, there’s only one very small problem.

He fears nothing.

Her magic tries to play at his heartstrings only to find frayed debris, a withered blackened thing that resides in his chest. It accelerates, his pulse racing, his adrenaline putting him on higher edge then before. He’s not sure what the sensation is (having never felt fear before) but it only brings out a greater need to follow through on his sordid ideas. The need to fight, quite the opposite from flight as she surely had hoped for. His tongue runs over his lips, intrigued. His crimson gaze slides away from Ivar to the winged mare that steps in front of him. Way to emasculate your man sweetheart.

Her facade is cute but fails to impress. The only dim witted creature was the pathetic excuse of a Queen before him with her simple mind and even weaker magic. However what she had managed to do was draw his attention to her and place a target on her back. A hidden talent laid within her, to be able to force one’s feelings on another could be very useful indeed. And if he couldn’t bend it to his will… He wonders if he could find the source of it if he tore her open and examined her still beating heart. If he sliced off the top of her skull and prodded at the brain matter within. Somewhere there lay a key to these secrets. Perhaps she would expose it to him.

Thana is growing irritated at his side and he can feel the way she radiates with agitation, the need to crush them beneath her fine dark hooves. He’s prone to agree, however, perhaps a little taste of one’s own medicine? He says nothing as the roan mare tells them exactly what they want (and what he will take with fire and blood if need be), as Ivar gives a child’s answer in response. No! You can’t have it! As if any of them would have a choice.

Instead, his crimson gaze first locks to Heda’s. And here he unleashes his own hidden ability with a satisfied smirk on his lips. It drives into the deepest corner of her heart, into it’s secret chambers. It shuffled about until it locks on something it finds useful. As he grasps this kernel of knowledge, he extends his reach to the man behind her. Doing the same thing and pulling from them each that they desire most. His laughter rings through the sky as he glamours before them, realizing before they do what he will transform into.

His wraith like figure transforms until he is a mirrored image of the man at Heda’s side. Ivar. His coat a smokey black and stained with white, the eyes Heda’s become so familiar getting lost in now look back at her now with disdain. The smirk still on this Ivar’s lips as he finally responds to her question. ”I choose you.” Ivar’s voice, crystal clear although it’s unsure who the you exactly is. Was it the Queen or Ivar himself?

Duplicate Ivar moves closer to Heda, daring to bring his muzzle close enough to exchange hot breath with. Close enough for his lips to briefly graze along her jawline before he moves to his doppleganger. And here he is bolder, his lips pressing firmly to the man’s cheek. Tasting the watery skin beneath, a flash in the brown eyes that mirror his own. Exposing that which he loves most… Himself. He writhes around the other stallion to the point where it becomes unclear which one is which.

Let’s see if they can be true to their own hearts. if they can be true to themselves.