The PRiNCESS Portrayal

[Kreios]

kreios don't you tame your demons, but always keep them on a leash I wait for a reply, and just as I start to think that perhaps her delay is worrying, I realize that this probably exactly what she wants. I’ve heard of mares like her, but fate has kept the more troublesome ones out of my path for the most part. Flirtation is a fun enough pastime, but I have never been inclined to play the game of cat and mouse that tempts so many. Though never rude, I have always taken what I wanted. The mares in my herd had been sweet and simple things, grateful for the protection of a stallion, and were more than willing to show their gratitude by the large spotted foals that they dropped every spring. I cannot quite picture this wild-eyed girl who prances and teases with one of my red sons at her side, but the summer is bleeding quickly enough into fall that the difficult imagery brushes past logic and into the instinct that hovers at the core of every animal. I will have her, instinct tells me, and she will not object. As she dances by, I reach out and grasp a few trailing strands of her pale mane between my teeth to tug at. It’s no harsh bite of claim, but it has the same purpose. Others might come now, but she is mine. “Because I want you to,” I say as I step forward and press my heavy shoulder into her petite figure, my nearness making the difference in our height and size seem all the more immense. There is no threat in my voice – there is still a smile at the corner of my mouth and my eyes dance with merriment – but while this is meant in fun, there’s no harm in letting her know that I am more than physically capable of taking whatever it was I wanted. I never have – and I never will. But I could, and she might be less certain that I won’t. “You like the Falls,” I add as I take another step forward, casually nudging her a bit closer to the kingdom, “It’s a nice place – meadows, trees, a magical waterfall that heals all injuries.” Another step, “Unless you’d rather stay here, alone in the Field?” At this I step away as though I’ve not been casually urging her toward the Falls, and turn away to look over the gathered crows at the base of our hill.