05-08-2016, 03:36 PM
A kiss is not a contract
Snakes; she’s seen them before. Creatures that slither prostrate on their bellies, eating the earth and tasting the air with forked tongues at your feet. Zeik had brought one to her once, when she was a young foal, he’d stuck it through and through with his talons and presented it to her limp, dead, curled over on itself. Archam, to her, is a snake. Besra would like very much to crush his skull beneath her hooves. She sees the way he gorges on her flesh with his eyes... she bets he'd like to see her as a part of his little ”family”, wouldn’t he?
Then again, people in hell want ice water.
“I don’t expect I’ll be here the full year.” She hisses, ears turning flat against her skull as he inches nearer. She wishes he’d come within range - maybe then she’d give him a permanent mark across that smug little face. Something to always remember her by. “I bet you think you’re so clever, don’t you?” She asks, winding away from him as her head drops, eyes narrowing. “But I’ve got news for you.” She says, stopping suddenly. It’s quiet here and she likes that; it means they’ll hear him scream.
“If you come near me, ever again, I’ll have your eyes ripped from your face.”
Then again, people in hell want ice water.
“I don’t expect I’ll be here the full year.” She hisses, ears turning flat against her skull as he inches nearer. She wishes he’d come within range - maybe then she’d give him a permanent mark across that smug little face. Something to always remember her by. “I bet you think you’re so clever, don’t you?” She asks, winding away from him as her head drops, eyes narrowing. “But I’ve got news for you.” She says, stopping suddenly. It’s quiet here and she likes that; it means they’ll hear him scream.
“If you come near me, ever again, I’ll have your eyes ripped from your face.”