temptress ; any (repost)

[Daey]

daey

if you despise my existence, I hold no grudge but to protect
those precious to me, I will make no such promises

It wasn't easy to seduce a man like him. He would begin as a loving subject for those to toy with yet until he found exactly what he wanted always and could turn on whoever in a flash. He was almost transparent to seduction by females, and only layed eyes upon few, those within his herd and companions within the meadow. Otherwise he showed no feeling towards any others, outsiders begging for the love and attention of him as there lover. No, he had done no such thing yet too easily he could allow himself to be coiled around a women's finger, an easy toy for only few mares to catch sight of. 

The pale boy was not one to make choices, nor to decided who would gladly join him in his herd. He was simply not talented with words nor grace, or looks. Yet can easily catch a female off guard in an instant crimson eyes circle around the field searching from his next victim that he would return with to his herd. With many failures it was probably time to force it upon one mare, his own little toy. Sure he showed sympathy to only two mares in his herd only because they were the real females he truly loved, those whom he wouldn't speak nor point out.

Rummaging throughout he crowd of bodies he found her, upon the far end of the field. He strode towards her in a dominant manner, he wouldn't allow any protest out of her if she refused to come, too many failures so much time wasted. It was enough. He could find the seductive look upon her eyes, and couldn't help but flash a roguish smile in return. As blood red optics studied her dainty body, he could easily break her once she returned with him. Or perhaps that would be too easy for his future toy, perhaps he would wait, wait until autumn had sprung. And then he would make his cruel move upon the mare.

Alabaster lobes perked, "Hello, little dove." he husked the words in his ghostly rasped vocal cords. He loved calling his toys the words of innocent creatures it seemed so right, and so pleasant to his ears. " I'm Daey." he spoke pleasantly giving a shallow bow. Cutting straight to the chase the pink skinned brute spoke, " Today is your lucky day little dove." he paused words flew out of his lips like bitter whine, pausing for only a brief moment. " Your mine." he spoke in a rough tone gently striding behind her and shoving her towards Forlorn forest. 

She was his toy whether she liked it or not.