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Jaxon feels the satisfying rip as a scab releases, revealing the pale pink of new flesh beneath it. He smiles, ahhh rewarding. Just then the pale woman speaks, her voice soft booms breaking the silence. Just us, sweet heart The voice laughs wickedly. Jaxon spits out the scab before he whispers. Oh brothe, you' always so damn' dramatic. As her voice dies off, he takes a step from his hiding place. "Just us, dea'." He drawls, his voice low and raspy.

Out of the shadows the dark sooty stallion steps, his appearance unkempt compared to her pristine tawny and ivory coat. Sticks and a few leaves stick out from his dreads and tangled ebon locks, if that is what you could call his mess of mane. A smirk stays on his dark lips as he approaches the woman. "You seem a little far from home." His dark eyes eagerly drink in her pale body, he wasn't usually the gent to fawn over a woman, but damn girl. "Yes, Damn girl The voice echoes.

He halts within a few feet of her, his eyes study her. "Are you afraid?" He takes a step closer, daring her to flee. Damn't Jax, what would you even do if she ran from you?" The voice questions. Well, I'd chas' her dow'. He whispers back to his brother. A single ear swivels toward the woman as his lips spread to give her a grin, exposing his row of blunt teeth. "Well, are you afraid?" He presses her with the question, impatient to hear her answer. For dramatic effect he stomps of his hooves into the dust, a small puff floats up around his foreleg.