Claiming with New Romantics

[Phaedrus]

He can't help a smirk, the brat had fallen for it. Turning his back to her he begins to lead her to her new home. He already knew that she would have to consider herself lucky if she ever recieved his touch in that way again. Every once in a while though seduction had its place. Once they got a taste though, the women would always want more of that warmth. Just as he is though, they would always end up dissapointed. His chocolate pupils haze over lost for a minute in his own head. The rythmic beat of their hooves, the gentle whistles of the birds all a lull to his mind. A soothing remedy for all that he would/had missed.

She breaks the silence, and his features take a sharp turn towards her. He calculates, silence hanging in the air between them as he once more looses track of the world around him. She pricked his memory back to a time when others would choose to interact with him on the few occassions that he hadn't proved how bad of company he could be. You can if you want. He flicks his ears listening to the trickling creek that they plod by. Turning his head he looks forward once more taken in by the rough bark of the trees.

She jabbers once again, this time cooing over the place that he had chosen. With a grunt of agreement he arrives next to her preparing to unfurl his wings that would begin the process of lifting himself off the ground. When she speaks once again. He is unphased by her girlish attempts for warmth. You could chase the deer, or do what ever mares do. He pauses long, strangely long, almost you could say to long. You could join the kingdom ranks as well if that is something that interests you. His voice grunts it out absently.

No, sex was not his "thing" so to speak. This was more of a strange, meandering experiment for himself, but of course they had no need of knowing that about him. In all honesty he could not care less about them or what they chose to do. As long as they DID something other then sit around and grow fat. To say such things would be considered rude though, so his mouth stays shut. They could never know that he didn't own a heart.

Phaedrus

DEATH GIVES US SLEEP, ETERNAL YOUTH, AND IMMORTALITY