I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
Just as quickly as she had called it forth, she let it slip away. But Ashhal cannot dismiss his fury so easily. As inadvertent as it may be, she had toyed with his most ragged edges, and his restraint has always been wanting. Rage makes him a beast, and the only thing that satiates it is the feel of hooves and teeth against flesh.
But the wolf is there between them, protecting his foolishly innocent charge. There is a masochistic part of Ashhal that would like nothing more than for the shadowy creature to attack him. There is a simplicity in the rending of flesh that cannot be found in the emotions the cupid inspires.
For a long moment, the pale pegasus simply stares at the protective beast, ears pinned and black eyes wild with desire for violence. His body trembles with his restraint, muscles stiff and prepared to lash out at the slightest provocation. Unfortunately the wolf doesn’t seem interested in coming after him, merely defending its mistress.
When she speaks, his eyes flick to her, the savagery in them unmistakable. Then, abruptly, his expression shutters, contemptuous scowl twisting his lips. Straightening, he settles his unfurled wings against his ribs.
“You’re so clever, you fucking figure it out,” he snaps. Turning sharply, he stalks back to the tree he’d been brooding under before she so completely disrupted his evening. He doesn’t bother glancing back when he growls, “You should leave before I change my mind.”
@neuna