10-27-2018, 01:42 PM
He could almost see the question in her eyes, the why me? Why her? Why not her. Too much broken in this world, not enough damn horses trying to fix it. He hadn’t missed the small step backwards, nor her eyes widening in surprise either. His tail flicking irritatedly at his haunches, not at her, never at her. She had done nothing. From what he could see she looked like the nice girl, maybe with some spirit, that always get broken.
“Ultimately it makes you stronger, you know.” His ears flickering forwards, wings shuffling ever so slightly. “Because you learn how to live without him, but he will never get over living without you.” A crooked smile. And then her quiet words cause him to quiet, a slight nod of acknowledgement before she continues. But her words cause a hot fire to start to burn low in his belly, his eyes sharpen. “Did that bastard hurt you? Sorry darling, but if he did I am going to kick his ass.” He stepped closer, nostrils flaring as he searched for signs of blood or the lingering edges of fear.
By now there wasn’t much space between them, but he had never been one for personal space anyways. His eyes are pulled back to her face, a crooked smile curling his lips again as he realized they were indeed probably too close than she would like before he backed up again. “Beautiful name. Mine’s Chaol.”
He hadn’t forgotten the question he had asked but he soothed himself with the thoughts of what he would do to the bastard once he found him. And it would maybe take a while because if she flew here than there was nothing to follow her back too. But there had been the scent of another lingering on her skin so maybe that was it? He blinked, clearing his mind from his thoughts as he let the anger
simmer until she answered.
“My Grandfather was a right manipulative bastard. He liked to keep his mares and his daughters around and arrange their breedings to make the best possible outcome. I was young when I was swept up into a Quest and by the time I got back they were all gone.” He shrugs. “I realize now what I saw then. A couple of years under my belt away from it all and I realize we weren’t normal. So now I don’t much care for seeing anyone broken.” His own lock of forelock falling across his face roguishly. “Just so you know.”
A mischievous grin, curling his lips. “Besides, pretty girls should have smiles on their faces not tear tracks.”
“Ultimately it makes you stronger, you know.” His ears flickering forwards, wings shuffling ever so slightly. “Because you learn how to live without him, but he will never get over living without you.” A crooked smile. And then her quiet words cause him to quiet, a slight nod of acknowledgement before she continues. But her words cause a hot fire to start to burn low in his belly, his eyes sharpen. “Did that bastard hurt you? Sorry darling, but if he did I am going to kick his ass.” He stepped closer, nostrils flaring as he searched for signs of blood or the lingering edges of fear.
By now there wasn’t much space between them, but he had never been one for personal space anyways. His eyes are pulled back to her face, a crooked smile curling his lips again as he realized they were indeed probably too close than she would like before he backed up again. “Beautiful name. Mine’s Chaol.”
He hadn’t forgotten the question he had asked but he soothed himself with the thoughts of what he would do to the bastard once he found him. And it would maybe take a while because if she flew here than there was nothing to follow her back too. But there had been the scent of another lingering on her skin so maybe that was it? He blinked, clearing his mind from his thoughts as he let the anger
simmer until she answered.
“My Grandfather was a right manipulative bastard. He liked to keep his mares and his daughters around and arrange their breedings to make the best possible outcome. I was young when I was swept up into a Quest and by the time I got back they were all gone.” He shrugs. “I realize now what I saw then. A couple of years under my belt away from it all and I realize we weren’t normal. So now I don’t much care for seeing anyone broken.” His own lock of forelock falling across his face roguishly. “Just so you know.”
A mischievous grin, curling his lips. “Besides, pretty girls should have smiles on their faces not tear tracks.”