A Smouldering Fire.. Rapture ..Any

[Levi]

 
The robust stallion continues to watch her, not feeling anything at the sight of her obvious distress. She reaches her face to her knee to wipe her own tears, and still he feels nothing. But he recognizes his lack of empathy, he understands he feels other where others would sympathize. Is this better or worse? Was he broken or extraordinary?

Levi’s thoughts are interrupted as has a feeling like he has been starting at his fire too long- his eyes dry out and he blinks hard to clear them. When he again finds her face, it is fresh and bright, very different from the sad creature he had just been observing. The little ruby, which had held his attention, is gone. Her face is a perfect and unmarked, unfeeling and empty, yet beautiful.

The deception causes the heat twists inside of his chest cavity, along with his anger. He narrows his eyes and unconsciously his ears pin back. His mother had told him the stage abilities of other horses were vast and varied, and clearly one was at work now.

Once again, her light voice fills the air, some apologetic words. Some timid words, humble words. Words better left unspoken- he had no use for them. If he wished to be alone he wouldn’t still be here. She would know when she was no longer wanted.

Her mysterious action had made him angry, but he didn’t mind being angry.  He accepted his anger… fury and fire were synonymous.

It gave him passion where otherwise he would only have complacency.  

Levi begins to move in the direction of the sky-blue mare, with each step towards the shore his dark body seems to grow larger. The water splashes in waves from the forceful action of his legs as he draws himself up. With his long strides, it doesn’t take long for him to reach the dainty mare.

“I liked you better the other way.” He reaches is pale muzzle towards her, his lips just barely parting as he draws the scent over his tongue.  There he tastes the metallic goodness of the unseen blood.  He leans in placing his mouth as close as she will tolerate, tasting the salt and blood in the air.
 
“I can still smell the blood.” His ragged voice comes out in a whisper, as the space between then is nearly nonexistent nothing more is required.
 
“I can go if you want.” Her soft words echoe in his mind.  

“You shouldn’t care about what I want,” his only reply to her lost statement. He is about to turn and leave, like he had done in so many of his other encounters. But something holds him there, breathing in the scents of her body.

“What is it that you want?”
 

Levi

so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.