[mature] it`ll only hurt for a [ s e c o n d ] (anyone)

[Oriax]

The brute’s insides burned with the sensation of laughter as the young girl reacted defensively towards his wandering eyes; of course, the stallion’s impassive nature prevented him from actually forming the playful emotion. Then run, little bird, away from me, Oriax’s thoughts nudged. Unless the young minx was a sheltered, home-grown innocent, her own demons would want to come and play with him. She would stay.

And she did stay, regardless of the annoyed sharpness in her voice. It was an engagement that no darkness residing within most beings could resist - playing with a peculiarity. “Pervert,” Mary spat. “You say it as if it was a term of endearment, whore,” Oriax’s inner voice once again claimed their presence. He blinked his deeply hued orbs, blankly continuing to gaze at the grey girl’s facade. She was annoyed with him, it was plain for him to see. But she stayed. It pleased the infection of darkness inside him. Another bluff for him to stare through.

“Born and raised. I live in Sylva, and we are a kingdom for hire. Would you like to come visit sometime?” Mary speaks. Her voice is shrill and adolescent in his ears, but her body coming within close proximity to his is anything but youthful-like; she knows not what she is toying with. “I could do more than visit,” he retorts, his thick voice almost a growl, revealing no amusement from her forward actions. Like he always has been, prior even to his and Mary’s encounter, Oriax was emotionless. He contemplated her inquiry. Visit? There couldn’t be harm in expanding his social circle, and Mary’s young psyche evidently craved uncertain adventure. “It’ll be interesting meeting your Daddy,” Oriax breathed, a sense of foreboding haunting his words.

“Sylva,” he unconsciously mumbled. He painted pictures of pristine waters and rolling hills to the word, half assuming the lands themselves would shatter the mind image. Oriax wasn’t sure if there were going to be any potential to his impending exploits, but he could oblige Mary and her oh so sweet guise.