but recently, the flames are getting out of control; any

[weed]

I've never told a lie and that makes me a liar I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire I've never lit a match with intent to start a fire Weed has the ability to forget a lot, to dismiss even more, but not her. She had managed to stick with him--an itch he couldn’t scratch. There was something about her that was powerful and subtle and intriguing. He liked her sharp tongue and the vicious glint in her eye, and the way his pulse had bubbled in response to her presence. There was something elemental in his attraction, and although Weed did not lust for much, he had found himself lusting for her. Of course, he does not give this away when she drops to the ground a raven and rises as a horse. He just lifts the corners of his lips into a slow, predatory grin. “Still sticking with that nickname then?” his voice is low and smooth, as elegant and unhurried as ever. He raises his onyx head and angles it away from her, eyeing the feathers around the crown of her head and the stance with which she held herself. “I still believe you could do so much better than that.” A slight tsk tsk as his tongue clicks against his teeth. He rolls his shoulders and sighs, taking a step forward as the plants rip from the ground to follow him. Walking in a mild, painstaking slow circle around her, he takes in the new garb in silence, the thorns lifting from his flesh to trail lightly against her sides as he passes. If she was indeed Queen now, which seemed obvious given the clues, it would be interesting indeed. He could not deny that he would be much more inclined to serve someone cut from the same cloth as him.  It might even be fun to work alongside someone with the same brutish desires. Not that he planned on giving everything away all upfront. Instead, he came to a stop when he was on her right side with his left shoulder but a foot away--so close he could nearly feel the warmth radiating off of her. “I would ask if you had missed me,” his voice trails off as he looks up toward the rest of the field, “but it seems like an obvious answer.” Then silence, as the grass begins to slyly climb up her hooves and entangle themselves loosely around the base of her legs. { W  E  E  D } carnage and glenna’s plant manipulating monster