AuroraElis
In her defiance she could sense his pleasure. The way in which he gently touched her. Testing her limits. Prying at the doors she had sealed her past behind. Her strong willed nature had caused her problems then and were seeming to repeat itself here. They had tried to break her. Bend her. She was too pretty, it had gone to her head they said. They must strip her of that and so they did. Slowly. Painfully. Leaving wounds too deep too heal. Just when one had scarred over another was laid across her golden coat...
She shielded her gold flecked eyes from him. Concentrating on slowing her breathing and calming her heart that had begun to race with each touch and each word. Would he hurt her? Aurora... Her name upon his lips sent a tingle through her. Eyes fluttered open as her delicate crown turned slightly away from him as he continued his game. A gentle touch to her throat and then his interest shifted. Gold, navy and emerald gown upon her back shifted slightly with the breeze exposing her nightmare. A feeling of vulnerability consumed her as he brushed aside her feathers. Examining her past dug deep into her hide. His muzzle was gentle against the scarred tissue but her ivory tassels twitched with irritation. Ears pressing tightly against her crown. Show me...
He returned his attention to her. Pressing his crown to hers. A different softness had come over him now. Pity maybe? Doubtful. He didn't seem to be one to express such an emotion. Empathy? Surely he understood feeling ugly... Too ugly to be loved. As he retracted and held her gaze she wondered what he had planned next... The darkness in me... He wanted to see her nightmares now did he...
Her face lowered as she shied away again. Taking control over her gown she lifted away the wing that covered her side closest to him. As the feathers swept across her scars and left them bare to the world she cringed. Eyes closed she could feel the memories surfacing. Like a slide show they played. Each wound received. The pain and torture as her beauty was ripped apart. Each scar lay across her frame, tracing along a bone. A shoulder blade. Each rib slashed between the breaks. Her hip. A self drawn skeleton of scarred wounds. They were hideous and so was she...
A sigh was released as a single tear rolled down the cheek he had so gently kissed. Still closed she did not want to open her eyes. She knew the scars were there and she did not care to see them. Exhausted voice spoke softly, "My darkness is my own and should not be burdened to anyone else."
AuroraElis
Not all that Glitters is Gold