Like some creepy rapist his eyes linger on each curve and contour of her beautiful young form. Though he is several years her elder, he cannot help but to appreciate the youthful glow in her fiery eyes and the supple curve of her womanly hips. She was not a filly, but she was not quite yet a mare either. Deep within him, the beast growls, determined to remedy that. Not yet. Rougaru chided the beast, he wanted to make her beg. There was something about watching the way her body opened up to him, defying her spiteful words. She was not his first conquest but by the gods she was the most memorable.

She speaks again, squealing and twisting her body away from him. Emerald green eyes glitter with feral hunger as he watches her, watches the way her long tail flicks with an audible snap against her gray and white hide. Watches as her skin shudders at the touch, at the faintest hints of his warm breath. She was distinct and unforgettable. Despite the dark scars that littered her body it did nothing but to make her appear even more ethereal. "A heart of porcelain? My little dove I find it hard to believe you have a heart at all." he purrs, his deep baritones feral and hungry despite the gentle ease at which he stands near her. She lashes out in his direction but he does not move to avoid her hooves, instead he longs for the harshness of her touch, he wants to feel the anger and the fire that burns through her soul. If he could bottle her up, if he could devore that fierceness, he would be unstoppable. The entire islands would belong to him and it would be all others who trekked forward to pay him homage.

A sadistic smile tugs at his lips as she turns to the skies to add her sarcastic response about the sunshine. Multifaceted eyes of green glitter hungrily as she lashes out again, this time only aiming a single hind hoof at him. Was it that she was growing used to his touch? Oh how he liked to make himself belief it but knew it was far from the truth. She snaps at him again her gaze traveling back to meet his own. "The fiercest of beasts do not need to hide in darkness... we can move even in the light." he murmurs, his gravelled voice colored by hunger and lust. Muscular neck reaches for her again, blunt yellowing teeth snapping at her shoulder. He wanted her to rise like the vicious banshee she was to take back his night in one foul swoop. He wanted to feel the anger and joy as it thrummed through their veins in the same moment. Of all the mares he had taken as his own, it was this little flower he had stumbled upon in the commons that managed to work her way around his cold heart of stone. Barbed wire and razor blades she worked her way beneath his skin and left him panting hungrily for more.

The scents of estrus linger heavily upon her skin, his blood boiling with the desperate need and desire to procreate. In his head he pictured her swollen with his child, imagined a foal nursing at her side with that same fierce spirit and hateful nature. He wanted more than anything to see her submit to him, but he knew that he could no sooner tame the tides than he would tame the fierceness from her bones.

Nostrils flare, hungrily inhaling the sweet scents of her body, whiskered muzzle presses against her flank as again he lets his teeth nip her flesh, savoring the taste of her flesh upon his tongue. "I assure you that my abilities are limitless my pet." he growls, long cream and caramel tail whipping back and forth against his own muscular flanks, as he fights to rein in the beast's hunger. He wanted to make her want it first.