Annubis has never met another creature quite like the painted mare that stood before him now with all her spirit and stubborn fury. There had been others, mares furious and spiteful like that one with her curly eared child in tow. She was full of venom and hard words but as far as he was concerned, he had not seen anything she had to back it up. She had relied on the intervention of the cat-dog to intervene on her behalf when he attempted to make his claim that day in the commons. She held her head high and turned her muzzle down upon him with haughty eyes. It had infuriated him to the point his silver skin prickled with agitation but it was two against one and he knew he had no leg to stand on. Plus, father would never have been happy with him if an attack brought the whole of the lagoon brotherhood down on the front steps of Paradise. No, he had simply been forced to bite his tongue and turn away. He never imagined that in doing so, he would find a woman of his equal.

His keen eyes do not miss the light that glitters in her eyes at his voice. Despite how she hides it, there is a smile that tugs at the corners of her lips even as her furious teeth seek to find purchase on his skin. The beast longs to feel her beneath him, the changing of seasons fully upon him now as the rise in emotions turns feral in nature. Saliva wets his tongue as hungerily he inhales her sweet scent, savoring the feminine perfume that bled from her flesh. He leans the weight of his body against her, a guttural growl rumbling in his lungs as his thoughts travel down a darker path.

’NO!’ he screamed to the creature. ’Not yet…’ he murmurs with whispered promise. He needed her spirit, not a broken vessel lift in its wake. Her hunger stoked the fires in his own soul, her spirit entwining around his own and causing him to soar skyward with new ambitions in tow. With a yank of the chain he whirls away from her, pivoting to face the seductive woman, ready for whatever challenge she tossed his way next. These games he liked.

To his surprise. She stared right back at his fierce golden eyes with a calculated calmness of her own. A single ear twists backwards amid the tangle of those pretty smokey locks that fall in thick curls down the sides of her neck, framing her beautiful face. She studied him with the same fierceness as that black jungle cat that he had once faced with Loupgaru, as though she hoped her eyes might find some weakness or loophole that might gain her the upper hand when she faced him. If only she knew. Inwardly the beast chuckled, drawing an amused gurgle from his own lungs. Like the mighty beast, he stalked towards her with slow calculated steps, his golden gaze solely fixated upon her slender figure. She looked picturesque, her smoke and white body framed by the sunlight that dappled down through the canopy above them. Ethereal even. How anyone could not hunger to possess her favor he did not know but he was more than happy that his luck resulted in more time together. He would have to keep finding reasons to keep her close. Her dark tail snaps audible in the serene battlefield, silencing the crickets and other noisy insects that had only moments ago buzzed peacefully on their way. She scoffs and tosses her head, her tone challenging as she squealed her defiance. A devious smile curls across his whiskered lips as he closes the gap between them so that his dark muzzle is mere inches from her own. A single brow raises upon his own head as he tilts his crown away from her so that his golden eye can study her own. ”I don't know…. “ he purrs, clicking his tongue to the roof of his mouth. ”Your attempt at beating me did not work out quite so well for you last time. What makes you think this time will be any different?” he asks, a hint of amusement coloring his words. Why it was he felt the need to infuriate her he will never know but there is something in the tantrum she had thrown on the rocky shores of the ruins that day that stuck in his mind and no doubt he forever would.

She leans into him, her jaws parting as her muzzle tilts towards his throat. He angles his own head away from her now, exposing his neck but careful to withdraw the vital jugular from her reach. Her blunt teeth scrape deliciously across the thin skin of his throat, bringing with it a sharp sting that sent waves of pleasure coursing throughout his body. Despite himself he shivers at the contact, pressing his own lips together as a hungry moan hangs in his lungs. Despite himself, his eyes close as he allows her touch to lull him into intimate pleasure. Tension builds beneath his skin as her scent envelops him and he leans his muzzle to the curve of her own neck, burying his face beneath the folds of her dark mane. It lasts but a moment and one that is gone far too soon.

She draws back now, her voice lofty and taunting as she circles around him. She snaps her tail against her flanks, the sting against his own sides. Once more golden eyes open, the pleasured peace gone, suddenly replaced with the feral beast’s hungry lust. Her dark tail flags over her hips, those sultry supple hips that moved with such perfect motion that he cannot help but to be drawn to them in both body and mind. A sickly sweet smile, a smile that seemed almost unfit to cross his muzzle, curves it’s way over his lips as he sidled closer to her. ”I never imagined you would be… but..” he teases as his body pressed against her side, ”One can only hope.” he murmurs stretching his neck out now to rake his own blunt teeth down the curve of her hip, his whiskered lips trailing a slow path lower towards the inside of her thigh. ”But I suppose it can always be a challenge to prove that I am the best… for you to have to admit it to yourself.” he whispers, his fetid breath hot against her skin. Fever burned through his body now as he pressed closer still, the contact of their flesh dampening his skin and darkening his coat.