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Should I be? The voice mocks. Yes, darling don't you know who you are talking too? Jaxon listens to the voice as it rants, his dark eyes focus on the pale and tawny mare as she timidly looks up at him from beneath a veil of eyelashes. "Yes, you shoul' be." His voice deep and gruff. "I am a brother of the Lagoon." He lifts his heavy head higher on his thick neck in pride, his muscles ripple beneath his sooty hide.

"Didn' your mothe' warn you abou' what goe' bump in the nigh'?" Catlike he walks towards her, the sound of his hooves muffled by the wet leaves beneath him. As he nears her, he dares to reach his dark lips to her shoulder. Her scent floods his nostrils, almost in an intoxicating way. "Th' brothers take wome' and keep the' as trinkets, littl' play things." Women were property, to be used as they chose, trades or bargains that were needed to be made for the good of the Lagoon. This pretty little mare would make quite the bargaining chip, if he chose to let her go. He chuckles deep in his throat at the thought.

Jaxon lets his lips brush her side as he circles her, he can feel the slight quiver of her body beneath his touch. "Do you thin' you shoul' be scared no'? He questions, a darkness lingers on his words. As he nears her delicate nape, his lips travel close to her ear. Darlin, you are my property no'." As the words leave his jowls, he sidles a few steps away from her, leaving her to beg for his touch on her tawny and white skin or mostly because he wants to see the reaction on her pretty little face as the words sink in.