For a long moment there is only the intertwining sounds of their breath; Rade's occasionally hitching in a staccato manner, Maji's a perfectly even rhythm that serves to lull the palomino stallion. There is no vice in him now, the evidence of his most recent brutality buried beneath soft, golden eyes that are luminous with concern as they regard Maji without a hint of their former lust. His lips move on to the woman's mane, his teeth combing painstakingly through the tangles as if this mundane deed can reconcile him for his crimes. Slowly, Rade's lungs relax, his every breath inhaled and exhaled in tandem with the dark woman's. It is then that he finally steps away from her, his chin brushing gently along the arch of her neck in a farewell caress.

He lingers for a moment, though, watching her with tension roiling beneath the deceptively placid calm of his expression, tautening his honey coat. For a moment, one could glimpse the vile creature who had taken the mare simply because he could, the despicable man who had used his body as a weapon, and hers as a tool. His lips part briefly, but there are no words to form; Rade has nothing to say, nothing that he can say to change what he had done. And he would not, even if he had the power to move backwards through time. So instead, he turns and without a word and vanishes back into the depths of the jungle.

Allowing the darkness to swallow him completely.

stallion // mongrel // 15.1hh // 4 // palomino roan // reba
neassa x debonaire