lupei
What the truth is, I can't say anymore
Of course, she shares a similarity to many other mares he’s known: self-importance. She drinks in his attention, it’s nearly palpable in the air around them; the flutter of her body beside him, the thick, charged energy Lupei was so hungrily feeding off of. A careful dance of tug-and-push, and up until now Lupei had been playing it safe. Her tail flirts against his skin, and through his tightly bound lips Lupei mimics her laugh with his own. She was so eager to push, and he was waiting for the right moment to pull her in.
You see, unlike Kersey, Lupei enjoys the chase almost as much as the kill itself. He can read the eager glint in her eye, and though he’s not sure if it’s solely him that’s fueling her excitement, he fairly enjoys that she’s letting it out on him. Lupei’s question has her in a rather good mood, and she takes a move from his book to corner him with her own appreciative gaze. He smirks. “Is that so?” He replies, enjoying the way her voice makes his own blood pound in his ears. “Seems like we’ve been living very similar lives then.”
Oh Kersey. He likes her very much, he’s afraid, and that simply won’t do. He’s sat back, let her have the lead, watched as she took her liberties with him. But the next words out of her mouth are more of a mistake than she realizes. Old friend, she calls him, and Lupei’s grin widens. Her breath tingles against his his skin, and he shudders, chuckling softly. “Be careful what you wish for.” The azure stallion concedes, pressing his shoulder firmly against her chest so as to brace against her, neck against neck. “Don’t …” He begins, whispering the single word above her withers, “... move.” He finishes, forcing the command through his teeth.
His eyes shut, rolling slowly back until the darkness closes in on him. Above her back his nose hovers, turquoise nostrils flaring as he lowers his head so that their flesh can meet. It begins as small circles, a rumble building in the cavity of chest. Lupei can sense that other side to himself, quivering with anticipation. His lids snap open, yellow and predator-shaped, pupil wide with adrenaline. A snarl rips through him and his mouth shifts, canines jerking down into her back.
He wants to kill her. To clamp down onto the thick skin above her spine and render it free of its place. But instead, he shifts back, tongue rolling out across the hollow needle points so that he can sample her blood. “Dare.” He pants, swallowing dryly. “Make sure, right now, that the next time we meet I won’t be able to forget your name.” He barks a short laugh, gathering his senses as he tries to clear his head. Kersey was certainly much more dangerous than he remembered.
