05-15-2018, 07:22 PM
The words have just passed through my ebon lips and suddenly my body goes rigid as the stallion responds to my question. I had been wanting a reaction, and I am not disappointed as the brute shifts to send his rear hooves aiming true to my chest. But I've skidded to a halt before the impact is made and again I manage to evade the second attempt of his hooves seeking my flesh. Like an angered viper he turns to strike with parted lips. This time I see it coming and I am prepared. Instead of moving completely out of reach, I turn my head to the side, feigning surprise as the sharpness of his teeth find purchase on the broad side of my neck. I elicit a small hiss as he pulls away and I feel an all too familiar trickle of warmth cascading down towards my shoulder.
My eyes had drawn closed and I keep them so a moment longer as my crimson lady begins to dance her way behind my darkened lids. The grin I had worn falters to a flat plane at his strike, but quickly loses its balance as it tips back upward to its usual incline. The whole thing is so amusing I cannot help but laugh--quietly at first before growing wildly louder when I finally reopen my eyes to see the black of his expression marred by anger. My laughter cuts off abruptly though the odd grin remains upon my lips, "Why so serious...Jesper?"
My usual sing-song voice becomes hardened at the mention of his name. I'm not one for using proper names as it gives people identities; identities that mean they stand out in the whirlwind of my mind. Most would rather not want to stand out in my mind, as it's usually healthier and safer that way. But this pet is special and he needs to stand out. He needs my attention and I will give it to him. After all, he's already started to push all the right buttons for me. Let's see what happens when I push his.
I do not heed his warning, but take it as an invitation. Closing the gap between us in a long stride I coo, "That wasn't very nice, sweetling." Ignoring personal space again, I walk past the length of his side, though I take careful measures to press the gold of my body into his in a feline-like caress. "So angry, so frustrated, so sad, so tense." Circling around behind him, I come up to the other side, my lips parting just behind his ear to repeat my unanswered question, "What are you looking for...Jesper?"
@[Jesper]
My eyes had drawn closed and I keep them so a moment longer as my crimson lady begins to dance her way behind my darkened lids. The grin I had worn falters to a flat plane at his strike, but quickly loses its balance as it tips back upward to its usual incline. The whole thing is so amusing I cannot help but laugh--quietly at first before growing wildly louder when I finally reopen my eyes to see the black of his expression marred by anger. My laughter cuts off abruptly though the odd grin remains upon my lips, "Why so serious...Jesper?"
My usual sing-song voice becomes hardened at the mention of his name. I'm not one for using proper names as it gives people identities; identities that mean they stand out in the whirlwind of my mind. Most would rather not want to stand out in my mind, as it's usually healthier and safer that way. But this pet is special and he needs to stand out. He needs my attention and I will give it to him. After all, he's already started to push all the right buttons for me. Let's see what happens when I push his.
I do not heed his warning, but take it as an invitation. Closing the gap between us in a long stride I coo, "That wasn't very nice, sweetling." Ignoring personal space again, I walk past the length of his side, though I take careful measures to press the gold of my body into his in a feline-like caress. "So angry, so frustrated, so sad, so tense." Circling around behind him, I come up to the other side, my lips parting just behind his ear to repeat my unanswered question, "What are you looking for...Jesper?"
@[Jesper]