01-07-2017, 08:39 PM
She is beautiful and such things would have pulled upon him if beauty affected him.
Instead he watches her coldly, his impossibly dark eyes tracing the curves of her body without thought, his mind reaching out for her, trying to learn the landscape of her from afar. It was impossible, of course, not without fully releasing the Fear, but he fancied he was a good judge of character. He liked to imagine what would make them tick; what would make their heart stutter in their chest. He liked to imagine what would bring them to their knees and what they would like with their eyes wide and pulse racing.
He, too, is bored today. Pangea was quiet and while he usually did not mind the silence, he did find that he was without immediate entertainment. Rhae was always a fun past time, but she was also the only one of his collection for now. He was a collector and having just one pretty pet wasn’t going to keep him happy for long.
Which is to say he doesn’t take long to move from his position amongst the snow and bare branches to move toward her—and it takes even less time to reach her. Chalk it up to supernatural speed and agility, but his cloven hooves moved almost silently as he came up her side, the stallion not worrying about keeping distance between them. His sooty golden side brushed against her own as he came to a stop, his heavy horned head twisting so he could appraise her closer. “It is not wise to be out here on your own,” he said softly, his voice both warning and promise. “You have no idea what monsters come lurking.”
Then, without asking, he reached over to run his muzzle possessively along her neck, testing her boundaries. Pretty, pretty girl, you have no idea what you have called out to you tonight.
Bruise
head like a hole; as black as your soul.