welcome to my dark side. [open]

[magnus]

I wanna give you wild love, the kind that never slows down
I wanna take you high up let our hearts be the only sound

Such scenes are not common in the field.

It is a land of many things—heartache, loneliness, hope—but it is not a land often privy to the magic of legends, to spats between families. Perhaps it is why her scream, strangled and cut short by the water that floods over her face, stirs such a frenzy in his heart. Perhaps it is why he lifts his head so quickly, gold-flecked eyes instantly alert, scanning the field, cast dark in the low light of night. When he sees them, forms and figures both tangible and not, he immediately begins to move, gathering his legs underneath him and then pushing forward off the soil, war-scarred body moving quickly through the night.

By the time he reaches them, she is dry and his neck is not, sweat beginning to gather beneath the ink of his tangled mane. He scans the group of them before his gaze settles on the girl who had been the one to emit the scream, her coat as velvet and dark as the pitch of midnight around them. His gaze is sharp as he studies her, looking for sign of injury or distress, before he brings it back up to her own eyes, ignoring the others around them for the moment. “Are you okay?” He has no way of knowing that these are family, that this is expected and, even if he knew the relations, he has no way of knowing that he was outgunned.

Even if he wanted to take them on, what good could a mere stallion do against a magician and a demon?

Still, his muscles remain tense under his coat, finally tearing his eyes from her to survey those that he can see, lacerated mouth pressed into a thin line. “My name is Magnus,” he finally offers, his whiskey voice low and unnaturally terse. He was usually extremely calm in the field, at peace amongst those searching for a home, but there is something different about this interaction—something that puts him on edge—and he struggles to find his usual stability. Instead he remains perched, gold-flecked eyes burning as he brings it back to the mare in question, waiting to ensure her scream was nothing more than annoyance. 

I wanna go where the lights burn low and you're only mine