09-22-2016, 07:56 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
His handsome features and powerful body were a cruel twist of fate, for they harbored the mind of a base creature with no room in his heart for pretty emotions. Many had been captivated by his looks without ever knowing the monster that played the puppeteer. He was the destroyer of naivety, the devil in disguise. He did not have pride in this, for it simply was his truth. He wanted to corrupt, to bend them to his will. And in this process, he played his games. He would let them feel like they were in control, he would draw them in with smiles and flirtation, or he would frighten them away. The options were abundant, but usually the female would dictate which game would be best. This one wanted to feel empowered, so he would go with that for now. He knows (or maybe they both know) that he can overpower her and he would have no qualms in doing so.
She was the type to use her beauty as her power. To make males jealous, to make them work harder. He sees her use this tactic as she looks to the other male in the distance. He lets go the remaining tendrils of her mane as her focus shifts elsewhere. He would not indulge such behavior, after all. Her eyes return to him (he is not surprised) and she asks of his origins. His dark eyes watch her (with a little less heat and mischief than before) as he considers this turn of events. The fun of this encounter may need to be tabled until Fall. She moves to his side and he finds himself watching the stallion across the meadow now absentmindedly.
“I live in Pangea.” he replies simply, mimicking her lack of interest. He could say much more, but chooses to remain silent and brooding instead. He does not inquire about her living situation (he doesn’t care to) but finally resumes with “You are welcome there if you wish. But be forewarned, it is the only true land in Beqanna. And as such, it comes with a cost.” It would not do to invite just anyone to his homeland; they would need to have a reverence and understanding for the barren land. This was the only way it would grow and become the place it was destined to be.
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