08-24-2015, 04:06 PM
here really must be some alarms system rigged to trigger every time he walked onto the Field. All the uber-protective and obnoxiously righteous folk seemed to pop out of thin air with the sole purpose of being the ultimate cock block. Why must everyone be so damn goody-goody? If you want the ladies to bolster your own kingdom/herd/sex harem, that’s fine. But just to protect them? Ugh. Gross. Get off your high horse, bird-lady.
She’s something he’s never seen before, and so he stares in curiosity at the shifting creature, ears flicking back and forth in surprise, and then amusement. She is a feisty thing, isn’t she? And so bold, to claim the mares for herself. He sneers, his lips twisting into something that clearly delights in the challenge, and it is a devilishly handsome face. Belgarath licks his lips in a predatory manner, looking forward to putting the shifter mare in her place. The other two - his intended conquests - remain silent (cowering in fear, he assumes). Belgarath cannot feel the dampening effect Malka’s mind barrier has on the others, but since she seems to be so brave, he thinks it might just be time for a little more fun.
His power is still a bit of a mystery to him; there were no others to guide or instruct him in his discoveries (and even if there were, he wasn’t likely to take on the role of apprentice). Light blue (ice blue) eyes travel to the quiet ones, and notes that one quivers in fear, mumbling something to herself, while the other’s head remains low. They weren’t going to flee any time soon. So Belgarath decides to focus the majority of his little game on the assertive one, leaving the other two on the fringe. “Yeah… I don’t think so. Bit bossy, aren’t ya? Didn’t anyone tell you that mares should be seen and not heard?” Ahahahaha. Get it? Cause he wanted one for part of his herd. Ok. Anyway.
He saw how rapidly she could shift, and knowing that she could easily fly away makes him think for a moment. What would be the best plan of attack? Ahhh. Ok. With a crackling whoosh, ice shoots out from him to the Elowen and Reuen, encircling them in a wide, flat circle of slippery stuff. He’s careful not to touch his two victims, opting to keep them closely trapped, instead. Bird-lady, however, might find her balance suddenly affected, if she chose to stay on her feet. And that ice? It burns. It hurts like hell. Literally.
So what, oh what, will our heroine do? He watches and waits, silver-gray tail flicking in anticipation.
She’s something he’s never seen before, and so he stares in curiosity at the shifting creature, ears flicking back and forth in surprise, and then amusement. She is a feisty thing, isn’t she? And so bold, to claim the mares for herself. He sneers, his lips twisting into something that clearly delights in the challenge, and it is a devilishly handsome face. Belgarath licks his lips in a predatory manner, looking forward to putting the shifter mare in her place. The other two - his intended conquests - remain silent (cowering in fear, he assumes). Belgarath cannot feel the dampening effect Malka’s mind barrier has on the others, but since she seems to be so brave, he thinks it might just be time for a little more fun.
His power is still a bit of a mystery to him; there were no others to guide or instruct him in his discoveries (and even if there were, he wasn’t likely to take on the role of apprentice). Light blue (ice blue) eyes travel to the quiet ones, and notes that one quivers in fear, mumbling something to herself, while the other’s head remains low. They weren’t going to flee any time soon. So Belgarath decides to focus the majority of his little game on the assertive one, leaving the other two on the fringe. “Yeah… I don’t think so. Bit bossy, aren’t ya? Didn’t anyone tell you that mares should be seen and not heard?” Ahahahaha. Get it? Cause he wanted one for part of his herd. Ok. Anyway.
He saw how rapidly she could shift, and knowing that she could easily fly away makes him think for a moment. What would be the best plan of attack? Ahhh. Ok. With a crackling whoosh, ice shoots out from him to the Elowen and Reuen, encircling them in a wide, flat circle of slippery stuff. He’s careful not to touch his two victims, opting to keep them closely trapped, instead. Bird-lady, however, might find her balance suddenly affected, if she chose to stay on her feet. And that ice? It burns. It hurts like hell. Literally.
So what, oh what, will our heroine do? He watches and waits, silver-gray tail flicking in anticipation.