Peregrine Jude has known pain her whole life, as most have - though she feels as if the universe wants her to suffer especially so. There is a small voice in the back of her head that tells her that is how most feel, that their suffering is particularly terrible; even still, she struggles to take a step from her own brain, and broils in her heated destruction.
When she presses her lips to his, it is without any thought of what the stallion may be feeling. A lot can shift in a mere few seconds, and Jude hardly recognizes how her voice sounds like a rejection. What she feels next can only be the physical version of the churning emotions within him, and initially she thinks only of him. She thinks how he must be entirely different to do this to her; she thinks he must be engulfed to flames to hurt her like he does.
She thinks he must know how much she deserves this, how much she wants this.
So, when the pain finally does register, and the delicate lavender of her feathers blackens, the pegasus only gasps. It is all she can do in the face of the brutality she brought upon herself. She gasps, a swift exhale, then draw back in an even more pained breath. The toughest part is her squeak, a tiny and high-pitched yelp she wishes Vadar could not hear.
It is only when the stallion latches onto her hindquarters that she lurches back into reality. The world goes from spinning in slow motion to heartbreakingly clear. “No,” she snaps, whipping her head around to gnash her teeth in his face. Jude throws in a small buck for good measure, hoping she can take pleasure in feeling his flesh bend beneath her hooves. Instead of facing him, like most would, she takes a few steps forward and sneers at him with one turned eye.
“If this isn’t good, Vadar, then I am going to fuckin’ kill you.”
@[Vadar]