Falls
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Posted on November 4, 2020 at 05:11:49 PM by T y r
 Dara’s eyes draw him in, the storm that swirls there. The stallion knows what is coming with this beautiful snake, and she does not fail him as her teeth find purchase upon his cheek. The stallion does not even flinch, but his eyes glitter with something new entirely. The intensity of lust is swallowed away in the darkness his two-toned eyes sudden possess. It was the same darkness she had drawn out from the depths of his soul before, that had caused the stallion to become the chaos he was made for. “You are a wicked woman.” he growls to her, but his lips pull up into a matching cheshire smile. Just as she had not disappointed him, Tyr would not disappoint her. His head snakes out, his teeth seeking to latch onto her shoulder before jerking away. The coppery tang upon his tongue grows stronger and he reaches up, trailing his bloody lips over her back as his teeth scrape along her flesh. But just as he brings her this tempting pleasure, the stallion pulls away. Tyr steps away from the mare and begins to prowl his way back through the brush where he had come. Only, before he truly goes, he stops and turns his head back to the mare; his muzzle still coated in her crimson colored blood. “Let this be a reminder for what I have in store for you next season.” he said, the glint in his gaze promising she would not be able to hide from his no matter how hard she might try. Tyr would enjoy a chase, but in the end, she would never be able to escape him. This was only a pause (a hateful way to leave her in suspense) in their very dark game. |
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