S E V E R E
She despised small talk, and despite having asked the mare a question she is hardly listening to the answer. She is still staring at her translucent skin, her mouth aching in that strange way when her teeth get the need to sink into something. “I dislike the cold, too,” she answers, half-heartedly pretending to play this role she had signed herself up for. She did prefer a warmer climate, that much is true, but she didn’t feel particularly strongly about the cold, either. Lying came easily enough for her, though, and she would lie her way through this interaction until she decided exactly where she wanted it to go.
The intrusion of the stranger is so surprising at first that it almost catches her off guard.
Fortunately, she had been born this way, and her reflexes are faster than her mind, and in half a heartbeat every entry is slammed closed in the other mare’s face.
But Severe does not take kindly to anyone trying to take the upper hand, and locking her out is not enough.
Turning her sharp eyes to the intruder, she deftly takes a hold of her. “You’re going to need to at least ask for my name before you try to just dive into me like that,” comes that sultry hiss again, a serpent’s smile on her dark lips. It is not a full possession, but even with Severe only using part of her strength it is still relatively easy to overpower this girl that so clearly did not actually know how to use this type of magic yet. Not against someone like her, who had been born wielding more power than most could dream of. She freezes her to one spot, locking her jaw as well, making it incredibly clear that she is the one in control now.
In the stillness she listens for the other’s heartbeat, curious if she will panic at all. Sometimes they don’t; some are too stubborn to show their fear, and occasionally even too stupid to recognize that she is going to kill them. Admittedly, those were not her favorite, but she did like to think it counted as doing the gene pool a favor by getting rid of them.
There is a tilt to her head as she contemplates what she wants to do — the possibilities are actually endless, and she so hates having to make decisions. Luckily for this stranger, her own curiosity gets the better of her, and instead of doing anything she asks, “I’m dying to know what your plan was.” She loosens her hold on her tongue, but nothing else, keeping her frozen as she walks in a slow half-circle around her, silver eyes glittering with something like mirth.
The intrusion of the stranger is so surprising at first that it almost catches her off guard.
Fortunately, she had been born this way, and her reflexes are faster than her mind, and in half a heartbeat every entry is slammed closed in the other mare’s face.
But Severe does not take kindly to anyone trying to take the upper hand, and locking her out is not enough.
Turning her sharp eyes to the intruder, she deftly takes a hold of her. “You’re going to need to at least ask for my name before you try to just dive into me like that,” comes that sultry hiss again, a serpent’s smile on her dark lips. It is not a full possession, but even with Severe only using part of her strength it is still relatively easy to overpower this girl that so clearly did not actually know how to use this type of magic yet. Not against someone like her, who had been born wielding more power than most could dream of. She freezes her to one spot, locking her jaw as well, making it incredibly clear that she is the one in control now.
In the stillness she listens for the other’s heartbeat, curious if she will panic at all. Sometimes they don’t; some are too stubborn to show their fear, and occasionally even too stupid to recognize that she is going to kill them. Admittedly, those were not her favorite, but she did like to think it counted as doing the gene pool a favor by getting rid of them.
There is a tilt to her head as she contemplates what she wants to do — the possibilities are actually endless, and she so hates having to make decisions. Luckily for this stranger, her own curiosity gets the better of her, and instead of doing anything she asks, “I’m dying to know what your plan was.” She loosens her hold on her tongue, but nothing else, keeping her frozen as she walks in a slow half-circle around her, silver eyes glittering with something like mirth.
INNOCENCE DIED SCREAMING, HONEY, ASK ME, I SHOULD KNOW
@Fazia
ps, permission to power play <3