That’s right, she is fresh meat, a little bit of a treat, and something nice to eat.
This is his season. He is the worst of winter. And he is big and he is bad, and he is mean. For no reason other than that he could. He is snow and ice and fear, and he just loves to get underneath that soft, pretty skin, and see just how much frostbite one could take.
The last plaything he had cowered and whimpered and really just made the whole cat and mouse game not-so-fun anymore. It’s more fun when they give him a challenge. It’s thrice as much fun when they’re his partner in crime. Ladies are either one or the other - beautiful birds to be broken, or baying beasts to run at his side. He eventually let her go - let her have nightmares of him for years to come, let some other stallion take care of his psychotic leavings. It’s not his problem. It’s never his problem. He is the problem.
Alas, with the last plaything gone, he’s in need of another pet (or something more, but Belgarath rarely gets his hopes up about that). Fortunately for him, it wasn’t long before an ahhh… tinkling lady came prancing and posing about the Field. Literally. If she wanted attention, then Bel was more than happy to oblige… but she might found out that she’s gotten a little more than she bargained for. Provocative, indeed. With a whoosh (ok, more like the crackling of breaking ice), Belgarath heralds his approach, sending a swathe of crystals over the thin layer of snow. It reaches the mare and her other would-be suitor (only just arrived - but oh, they make things fun too), and the Spanish Norman stallion continues to stalk forward. Subtlety was not one of the skills he chose to cultivate, and at an impressive 17hh, there’s no need to try and be subtle.
He is snide. Snide and snarky, but lets the ice do the talking for now. Larger shards spring up from the frozen ground - not yet dividing the two horses before him like he did with the others. But he is ready to if he doesn’t win. And oh, those shards are sharp. Very sharp. And very scary.
“Well, well, well… what do we have here? Erebor of the Chamber? I used to live there, once upon a time. And what’s your name, pet?”
Let’s start out with the easy way and see what happens. The hard way was only a thought away.
BELGARATH
No mercy to what we are doing, no thought to what we have done
No need to feel the sorrow, no remorse for the helpless one |
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