[open] sitting pretty in the prime of life

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I can see through you, see your true colors
Cause inside you're ugly, you're ugly like me

Cheri slips into the pool and he has half a mind to drown her for being such a pain in the ass, stick that pretty face of hers beneath the water and wipe her smile clean off. That flickering rolling feeling in the pit of himself begins to stir and his muscles tense beneath the glittery trails of gold along his shoulder. Perhaps the two mares might think they had gotten to him as a muscle spasms in his jaw, unaware of the sudden turn of events and inner battle he suddenly faced. His crystal adorned nemesis begins to help wash the other mare and perhaps he would have found the scene erotic as well as amusing if it wasn’t for that strange stirring in his gut. Hazy memories of blood, water, and cracking bone come back to him and he fights through his confusion, latching on to Djuna’s insult attempt like a buoy.

“Ah, a quip of my arrogance. Very good. So… original.” He says with a grin although there is no warmth in the burning depths of his eyes. “Cleverness doesn’t seem to be your forte, perhaps you should stick to what you’re good at…. if you’re even good at anything.” It’s obvious that what he thinks she’s good at is being a dirty wench of a woman who isn’t even fit to glance at the dirt beneath his hooves. Despite the biting words, his usual smooth indifference has started to change into something else. The dark pupils of his eye begin to narrow into slivers, a dark slash among a sea of red. His tongue morphs into something thin and forked and he can feel that slithering sensation rising to the surface.

“Cheri, get out of the water.” His voice is tight and demanding as he takes a step towards her, stops, hesitates. ”Cheri!” He snarls at her and maybe she might see something in the slits of his eyes, something akin to panic. But then it is gone and so is he.

A large black serpent, its underbelly tinged in gold, rises on the bank where he once stood. Thick layer after thick layer of black scales wrap beneath the rising head of the dark snake who towers over them and looks down at its prey with vibrant red beady eyes. That forked tongue slips from its mouth, scenting the air and tasting the steaming wetness of flesh. Hungry, so very hungry. With a hiss it slips into the water, its body uncoiling as it begins to attempt to wrap itself around the horse closest to it. Whatever remained of the dark stallion is lost beneath the scales. There is only one thing on its mind, to satisfy the craving for meat and blood and to feel the snapping of bones as it squeezes its prey until empty of life.

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@Djuna @Cheri
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