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Dark eyes watched the small mare closely. In the mist he could not see the twitches of her muscles, the expression on her face, or the air of defeat on her body. He could only rely on the betrayal of her voice. He was curious indeed about this mare, his interest drawing him into a little game. The stallion had never tried flirting before, and the idea was baffling. It worked for others, and could lead this creature into the depths of the Arch only to consume her there. Inwardly, he smirked. Why not try a different way to bait and catch a piece of prey.
Aallotar. he repeated softly, slowing and warming his voice, gently rolling the sound of her name on his tongue. Lovely. I am Aranck, the stallion of the Arch. He glanced over at the falls crashing beside them. We may not have a place such as this, but my home can still be just as lovely, more so if one such as you graced it. he glanced back at her, inhaling deep through the droplets of water. She did not smell like any one place. In fact, smelled of many stallions all at once. In an instant, his desires changed. He needed his scent to surround her. Wash away any trace of the others, tear their scent from her flesh like skin.
Still, he cooled himself, held himself patiently in check. You are welcome there, and would be under my protection. He tilted his head to her, thinking it was a solid offer. If another had claim to her, he contemplated fighting them. She was beautiful indeed. And he had a need growing in his body with every shuddering inhale of her scent. ARANCK
....far far from the sky. |