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He watched her start to relax in her presence. Her posture shifts more towards comfort, embracing the starry night around them. His grin slowly starts to curl over his lips, his tongue dancing behind his teeth. He could feel her presence as if it were already becoming a part of him. His mouth watered to taste her and his ears yearned to hear her scream. The mind that was never quieted raced with all the things he wanted to do to her.
Still, on his face was a calm passivity and a smile as innocent as the night around them.
A light snow fell, late for the season, but not entirely unexpected. The flakes kissed their faces, standing out against their dark fur before melting into the coarse strands. His face looked puzzled, tilting to the side as if he was stunned that she would repeat his question as if she did not know the answer. I would be concerned that someone might be missing you, or that some creature would be out here hunting you. Creature indeed. Don’t get me wrong, surely you can take care of yourself. However, why take the risk? Most predators will not attempt a hunt if there is more than one around. Besides… Unseen in the night, his dark eyes trailed over her lean body, barely covered by a thin layer of coat. He could almost see the skin prickle in the growing night cold....it is warmer when there is someone to talk to. I would- His words cut off when another stallion cut in.
This was unexpected. Aranck’s ears flicked to Solomon, followed by his eyes. The other stallion’s words confirmed Aranck’s statements, and the star covered stallion could all but feel his own fangs bare. It was a struggle to keep his face as pleasantly impassive as it had been. So instead, he fitted his lips with a smile again. Greetings, Solomon. I am Aranck, of a land far from here. It was bitter, not being able to claim his true title. In time, he thought. In time he would once more wear his mantle.
The vanner chuckled at the other stallion’s offer. Truly, a tropical beach sounded like hell on earth to the heavily feathered draft. Once more, he considered it a means to an end. A tropical beach sounds heavenly. I am searching for a home. Anything would be better than this cold. He missed his wasteland that alternated between muggy moors and bitter wet freezes. ARANCK
....far far from the sky. |