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bite me
Posted on October 17, 2019 at 00:17:18 AM by CAIN



It didn't take long for him to find out that she was no pushover, despite her handicap. He would have thought a blind horse would be grateful for any interaction from another horse as long as they didn't outright kill her, but it seems he had been away from his own kind for far too long. There was mercy in the world now, forbid the thought. It left a bitter taste on his tongue. He watched as her forehead wrinkled and her ears pinned but his lips only curled back that much more in amusement. He pressed himself against her, knowing it would be hard for her to kick him like this, plus she'd gotten in his space when she ran into him so why not return the favor? She sidestepped and he allowed it, for now, though he didn't move away to give her more space. When he spoke next though, she spun around, teeth bared as she threatened to scream.

His response was to laugh before he shook his head, eyes twinkling. "Ah, sweetheart, that would be the greatest gift. I love it when they scream." He purred the words on a rough tongue to her, inviting her to do it, his skin already tingling with anticipation. Oh, but how fun she'd be to chase all over the free lands and eventually back to his herd. She said that she'd pass and his voice lowered this time, holding a finality to it as he met her sightless gaze intensely. "Your hearing must be going, too, darling, if you thought it an offer. And though I called the deed such, I'd hardly call myself a gentleman." He chuckled at her last words. "You barely managed to walk across flat land without hitting something, sugar plum." Leaning in again, he dropped his voice once more.

"We can do this the hard way or...well, I prefer the hard way. You're coming with me. You'll only get to decide if it's on four good legs. I've never minded a mare with a limp." He chuckled again before lunging at her, aiming to take a good bite on her hindquarters before dancing out of her reach. He expected her to retaliate, after all. He wasn't one for the gentle nips. No, he'd be sure to leave bruises or draw blood when he decided to bite. She would know he meant business, whether he had to drive her there one kick at a time, or drag her by her mane.

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