whose afraid... [Bellfae]

[Gryffen]

”Bellfae.” He repeats quietly, receiving her soft nip against his chest with no retaliation in sight. It is not often that another would dare to touch him and his skin flinches where the softness of her muzzle had brushed against him. It’s not an unpleasant feeling, just surprising. She has little to no fear of him, her emerald eyes gazing keenly at him. Teasing in her words. A wry smirk turns at the corner of pale lips, crimson iris’s cold as he regards her. She is new here. Like the minnow, she hadn't known who he was. But she will. This one thinks she’s different. That she has something the other like. That she can hold her own. We shall see, put you through your paces. Most stallions would ask their mares where they were from, why they were here. He’s not most stallions, he honestly couldn’t give two shits where she came from. All that mattered was that she was here now, here to serve his purposes. Moving his muzzle down her neck in a mockery of an affectionate caress, his teeth clasp angrily into the skin on the top of her withers. For no reason at all except for that simple reason that he can. Nobody could stop him. She could try of course but she would fail. Miserably. Minette would attest to that. ”Sweet little peach. Ripe and waiting to be plucked.” He breathes into the wetness of her fur, finally releasing her. His scent mingling with her own, his sweat clinging to her side. One raven releases itself from it’s cage in the tree, coming to settle comfortably on the snowy stallions shoulder. It reopens old scars with it’s sharp talons but he doesn’t even flinch. ”You have a lot to prove…” His expression stony as he steps away from her. ”But we’ll see if it’s all talk.” Gryffen - - - - - The Big Bad Wolf