lukasz feels a quiet thrill as the warmth of her breath exchanges with his. she is beguiling and clearly knows it and inwardly, he scolds himself for playing with fire. she is not of the krev… but he was never made to swear the oaths… never held to such high standards as his sestra. still though, his attraction to anyone after these last few years who was not from the vlast felt awkward and nearly inconceivable. as he considered the the mare before him, dressed in red velvet and with sparkling eyes that hinted a depth he could hardly fathom, he wondered the worth of such attraction when the partner of such temptation would surely be heartbreak. his head raises subtly as a shadow appears at the edge of his vision, a figure of similar build to the mare though certainly not as carefully groomed or cared for as she. he doesn’t have much time to appraise the stallion, nor would the thought ever cross his mind that he could possibly be the competition of anyone for the mare’s company…. he had yet to meet a creature whose allure could pull him from his sensibility…or perhaps more accurately, his fear of creating a future with such possibility for pain as his past. she is a blur of red and wide eyed panic as she reacts to the newcomer and lukasz feels himself stiffen as his hooves press firmly into the earth. his eyes harden slightly at the battered stallion, though there has been no indication of a plan for violence. his broad ears flatten slightly, turned backward toward toward his new ward as he listens to her plea. he could never stand for such a thing… loathe as he was to become involved in any controversy or confrontation. a fierce snort leaves his black muzzle as he nods, eyes turning back toward the stallion before them. her fear, or his perception of it, is empowering and lukasz finds himself pulling lifting his large distinguished head to it’s full height. he had trained with the strážci… and though he had little experience in the ways of battle on these isles, he was capable, at least, of standing his ground. his voice is quiet but hard as iron as he replies. ”you’d do well not to bother the lady again. or any others who have no desire for your… company.” he glances back to the gleaming mare, feeling an instinctive desire to have her close by his flank, to be able to reach out and trace his muzzle against her soft skin in reassurance. it is an intimate thing to wish for, he realizes, but in the moment, where she requires so much of him, it feels more natural than he would have considered.
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