- Are you thinking of me when you love him? -
“You’ve got some grit.” He amends, closing his wings as she taunts him with the possibility of getting to know her better. Not really his cup of tea, but if she seemed so damn insistent on getting his attention after he’d basically told her to get f*cked then he supposes he might as well give her a minute of his honest time. “So I’ll hear you out if you stop saying my name so many times in a row, and let me know yours instead.”
He laughs, letting the irritation slide easily from his shoulders where he’s curled his wings back up, and then the disappearing stallion eases around again to take a good look at her. She’s not unattractive, really. A sensible brute could appreciate the slender legs and curved neck she sported, and even though her mouth is dirty as sin he doesn’t mind watching the face it comes out of. Whoever the drifting mare was, she was tempting (irritating) enough to weasel out his better nature.
“You believe you have something we don’t already have here?” The now-curious male guesses, easing closer to her while the frigid night carried on around them. “What’s too bad, really?”
WOLFBANE
@[Kaurma]