Falls

the touch of his lips meandering up the river of white hide on her hind leg is enough to cause a shiver of pleasure to wash over the otherwise golden mare. marzanna feels a flicker of annoyance at being so susceptible to his charms. her body craves him, the feeling of his pale velvet skin against hers… the warmth of his body makes its demands and she is unable curb her own temperature from rising in response. the scales between her mind and her flesh are narrowly balanced and it makes for an enthralling game.

he hears her desires out, his features morphing with each ask she lays bare. her blue eyes, freshly warmed by his touch, scrutinize each subtle change unabashedly. the mare has aspirations… so to speak. ones that likely would be far easier to accomplish with the formidable stallion at her side. she wonders, cerulean eyes regarding him hungrily, if he shares some of those same desires even. it was likely she would accomplish her goals, one way or another, but together? together the pair would be unstoppable.

marzanna’s eyes convey an electricity that her soul feels. as she stands before him, exhaling a soft snort at his quip, she realizes that the power she seeks is already thrumming in her veins. she just needs somewhere to let it loose.

when he pulls away, again, separating their bodies with thick air between them she takes a few more steps away, pulling the string between them taut. the moment approached soon where, if one were not careful to move this way, or that, it would break. ”i would not be ruled by such a king who didn’t find me worthy of seeking out, Solomon… no matter how brilliant he may be.”

the longer their bodies are parted, the clearer her mind becomes…desire still wells in her at the sight of him, but she can measure it against her other objectives deftly when his lips are not offering their physical distractions… his question reminds her of the moment in the common when she had dismissed him, insulted. she still feels herself prickle with distaste, at his doubt, when he mentions needing assurances but it does not cause the same icy cold sensation to wash over her as when he had merely offered her a home. they are beginning to see each other more clearly.

marzanna ponders his demand, tipping her painted head in consideration. the golden mare does not rush to alleviate his concerns but this does not mean she isn’t confident in her abilities….quite the contrary. he would have no better ally if he chose to help her ascend… when she finally speaks, her words float carefully in the air between them and her eyes seek his. they shine wondrously, glittering like dry snow in the air and full of fire all at once, and meet his own emerald pair with force. ”when i am appointed to the rank i deserve, my loyalty will be unwavering… i have been open with you, when i could seek power in other ways. i only have my word to give. ”

the mare could take an alternative route, and if she had to she would, though it would not be at his side… she could usurp some poor creature or beguile him into delivering her desires at her feet. the mare could make promises, bide her time…these things could be done. but here she was, speaking in plain terms with the tall handsome beast because she had found, in him, something of an equal. with the string between them already pulled taut, she grins, speaking once more. ”when i am yours, solomon, our loyalties will be to each other, and to the future laying brightly before us and our herd. i am not afraid to reach for my destiny.”

the shining yellow mare isn’t afraid of much, really. though she is brazen with her good looks, she has not had life handed to her. beauty is not equal to power, as the world so unfairly reminded her time and time again…but if it were merely a tool to help her achieve it? the mare would use every tool she had to secure the future she desired. she would not follow him blindly, making a pretty shining trophy in his home… she was not a mild woman of no ambition, happy to make children and laze in the presence of her king… to try and own her as such would be a dar deeper disaster than giving in to her demands.