Meadow
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 26, 2020 at 05:08:18 AM by Sabriel
She was too slow by the breadth of two heartbeats - and in that time, her fate was determined.
Sabriel did not submit quietly, though her struggles yielded nothing in the way of freedom. Her suitor was experienced enough in the way of earthly pleasures that he was not easily dislodged; like a burr he clung to her figure, moving with her when she lunged forward. And then it was over, and his weight was mercifully lifted from her back. The black mare watched as he skittered away from her, wary of retaliation - but Sabriel was exhausted. And besides, what could she do to him that would outweigh the curse he’d imposed on her? There was no amount of pain that could bring them equal, though she was not opposed to trying once her strength returned to her.
For now, she only watched him with eyes that brimmed with hatred. Whatever the champagne stallion had deluded himself into believing, he had stepped far beyond the boundaries of what she wanted, and forced himself upon her. And by the words he spoke, he felt no regret for the act. Instead, he taunted her, and in the same breath tried to claim that she was his. Sabriel’s lips pulled back in a snarl. “You are deluded to think that I could ever be yours,” she snapped, injecting as much venom into her tone as she could muster. She was exhausted, and her dark coat with its swirls of white was damp with sweat - hers and Solomon’s both. The scent of him was no longer appealing, but repellent. What had even drawn her to him in the first place? Try as she might, the dark mare couldn’t remember.
His playful manner shifted in an instant, intent showing in the way he lowered his head. Sabriel’s azure gaze narrowed, and her pale tail whipped through the air. Try as he might to appear imposing and unruffled, the silver black knew that Solomon was exhausted, too. And so, calculating, she let her head drop in defeat, and the tension dragon from her body. By every appearance she was defeated, meek; an obedient mare about to follow her captor back to the prettily-adorned cage that he would undoubtedly stuff her in. Under the guise of freedom, she would likely be allowed to roam the boundaries of his home - but no further. And as his prisoner, she would be even more subject to his whims and desires than she had been today - so that if this coupling had not taken, she would still be resigned to the inevitability of motherhood.
No.
A single step was taken forward, and then her eyes slid back to his pale figure. He had not moved yet, perhaps suspecting that she would lash out if he drew close. And Sabriel took advantage of this wariness - propelling herself suddenly into a run with a powerful leap, and fleeing into the long shadows that were cast by the descending sun. Solomon would try to chase her, perhaps, but this time she would not permit him to win - if it came down to running herself into the ground, she would sooner die breathless than bound to the likes of him.
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