[open] then sang to the sea for feelings deep blue // any

[Rhaegor]

I could reach it, the woman thinks. I could rip it out before he has time to pry any deeper into my own mind.

The magnitude of Rhaegor's alarm intensifies tenfold when he realizes that she thinks of his throat. He becomes aware of his pulse and hates the blood rushing there for putting him in danger; yet his need to escape overrides his self-hatred. Somehow, despite his eagerness to inflict harm upon himself, he found himself acting in self-defense in front of this long-jawed creature. When he reflected upon this notion later, safe in a far-away forest, he cried to know that some part of him still fought to live.

For now, that part had its work cut out for it.

I will bite when he flinches.

Though he flinches, a flash of dangerous bright light accompanies the movement. A blast of his lasers. They pour out in tiny jets from every point of his body towards hers, strong enough to cause severe pain and to send her stumbling back but not strong enough to kill, maim, or scar her. The stallion planned to increase the diameter of his lasers should the mare yet approach.

With the light beams yet emitting from his figure, Rhaegor wasted no time in land-based movements and instead leapt forward with his already-unfurled wings, taking to the sky with many well-practiced beats. The night sky above became illuminated with his beams as he continue to spread them out below him, singing the forest floor and starting small blue fires where his lasers hit dry grass. When he lost sight of the place he'd been, he recalled the lights and disappeared into the darkness of the night sky.

.