When you feel my heat [Dacia]

[Dacia]

I can still hear you saying - 
you would never break the chain

She was going out. Wasn’t that the default option for when women were in over their heads? She’d let someone like Kimber get to her, and that irritated her beyond belief. Why had she been so weak, especially in front of Killdare? It was Kimber’s fault - that silly blue mare shouldn’t have brought up her brother the way she did. Lupei could rip her face off if he wanted to and honestly, she should be thanking him for his service to the Chamber, not joking about it. With a rage-induced snort, the hidden mare lashes out with a single hoof, sending dirt and debris flying. “Stupid, mouthy mare.” She thinks, but she knows full and well that the azure female is not the source of her problems; merely a scapegoat for her rage. The way Kimber had just sauntered up and batted her eyelashes, laughed in that despicable fake-ish tenor.

And Killdare - he’d seemed more interested in that than Dacia anyways. Letting the others push her out of conversation, watching as she sauntered away. Astri had been right to force a heart of stone upon her daughter. “Unrequited love is the source of problems, not the solution of them.” She’d been told, and the saying rang like pealing bells in her head now. How could she have been so blind? With the shake of her head she slows, closing her eyes so that she can push the feelings of rejection far from her mind. Silence consumes her, but then, another sound takes its place.

Footfalls - heavy, unrelenting. She’d know them anywhere. With the curve of her neck she peers behind her to see the horse, now fully molten, trailing only feet behind. So he’d come looking for her after all, had he? Probably wanted to slap her on the wrist for being so curt with his favored captain. “Stupid, mouthy mare.” She thinks again, but this time it’s in no relation to Kimber. With an audible sigh she casts off her invisibility trick, trading it for her signature black with a little twist: her mane and tail fade to ombre red, tiger stripes of the same color running along the top of her neck and back. She looks poisonous. “I won’t apologize, so don’t ask it of me.” She states calmly, gaze never leaving his molten face.

He may be her king now, but to her he’d always just been Killdare.

Dacia;

color-changing vixen of the chamber