12-07-2016, 11:41 PM
He could survive off the taste of her Fear. He relished it, indulged in it, felt it slip down the back of his throat to rest in his belly. It was beyond words, and he wondered if his father felt the same thrill in the hunt. He could run forever and not grow tired. He could track her for days and not grow weary. When she came to a stop, he hesitated for a moment, considered driving her along further and farther, but eventually wavered. While pleasurable, it would do no good for him to drive her to exhaustion. Not when he had other plans for her.
So he slipped to her side, the side of his barrel pressing lightly against hers, feeling the cold sweat from the exertion and the Fear. One single shiver ran down the length of his spine. “You know what I want,” was all he whispered, his voice low and unstrained.
Then he corrected himself, “What I demand.”
He stepped away from her, the sound of cloven hooves on the hard-packed earth deafening in comparison to the smoky murmur of his own voice. He turned in a circle to face her once more, his heavy horned head lifted proudly, his dark eyes flat as a sharks. “Obedience, Rhae.” He tilted his thin, handsome head to the side, silvery forelock framing his dark expression.
“I demand obedience from you.”
Perhaps before she had run, he could have enjoyed the Fear, like he had with all of the others, and then let her loose back into the wild to be picked up on another day. Perhaps she could have been a passing fancy. But not now. Now she had deliberately disobeyed him and ignited Rage to twist around the Fear in his belly. Now she was his, and he was not accustomed to giving up that which was his own. So he took his place by her side again, nipping at her in more of a show of possession than playfulness. “Don’t make me regret this,” he said quietly before nudging her beneath the chin. “Look me in the eyes and promise me, Rhae.”
His face twisted into something almost ugly. “Promise me you will obey.”
Bruise
head like a hole; as black as your soul.