break some bread for all my sins
I could be a pretty trophy... for the right winner.
Her taunting, challenging, goading excites the black beast, and Dahmer finds a need growing within him -- a need to push her buttons, perhaps stroke her ego a bit, but ultimately he wants to challenge and instigate the mare and her strong personality to see just what she would do. Luckily for Dahmer, he is today's winner, and the lovely Jord has agreed to follow him to Tephra, giving him all the time in the world to poke and prod at her.
She whispers warmly in his ear, inquiring about trophies that he may or may not be looking to collect. He flashes that lopsided grin of his, a chuckle just barely breaking the surface as he shrugs at the friesian mare's question. "That certainly depends on the quality of the trophy in question," he muses, though truthfully, his mind has betrayed him and wandered to Lucrezia for the smallest of moments.
Jord captures his attention once more, gifting him with a small tidbit of information about herself, and he tucks it away to consider its meaning later. For now, however, they have a trek to begin, and Dahmer swings his muscled frame in the direction of his beloved home as Jord settles in at his side.
The thoroughbred's nostrils flare at her warm scent and he bumps gently into her side with a sly grin before setting off at a brisk trot over the frozen Field. His brilliant blue eyes briefly survey the area, in case Yorrik should be waiting to put up any more of a fight for the mare (he had given up much too easily), but Dahmer is soon satisfied that they are alone.
"Come, my dear," he purrs, "before you get frostbite."
+ notes would you like to put up the next post in tephra?! ♥