The Lost Islands
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Meadow

Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.

Dancing with the Devil

I will be your demise and you're going to love it.


She hadn’t expected him to match her movements but little had mattered at that moment. Her teeth found their target but so did his hoof before she could slip out of his reach. The adrenaline coated the twinge of pain from where his hoof connected but all in all, it made her feel more alive. Something seemed to force her dance partner to a sense of what she would call excitement. Had she found someone who enjoyed the fight as much as she or was it something else? His thoughts seemed clouded as her hooves caught his chest. As she stuck out into space it had seemed the battle was over as swiftly as it had begun. Glancing to the shiny brindle she gave him a nod, “That was delightful.” truly she had felt it was her best outlet.

When Jaskier reached out once more she didn’t flinch. She leaned into his teeth, her head turned towards him and teeth moving to pinch at his soft neck. “Be warned, I am not a prize to be claimed...but, I am open to having you as my dance partner.” Admittedly she hadn’t expected this outcome, although she would receive him, the glimmering woman wouldn’t stand in the shadow of anyone. Yet, she didn’t see him as one who would truly attempt to conquer, at least not she. He had played her games and retained grace than even she would have struggled to maintain. It was worth lingering at least for a time, she still had much to do and trouble to spread. She was uncertain if Jaskier would truly follow her to that end, but for the moment it was worth seeing what time would bring.

Shaking her mane gently she shifted and made another orbit around him looking over were her strikes connected. Her bodice a mere inch away, she would leave it up to him if he wished to press in closer. Admittedly in these moments, she wouldn’t mind his closeness, so she stood still and permitted him to look her over properly. She would only restrain herself for so long as the thrill of anticipation still coursed through her veins. It was somewhat thrilling, the anticipation of touch, she was used to the pinch of teeth or the feeling of hooves connecting with her bodice as opposed to the gentle caress of another.

Her gaze finding its way south once more she considered his offer once again. “Did you still wish to find more trouble? I never mind a visit to your grotto but staying, well that isn’t something I would consider, but a look around might be worthwhile. Plus, the danger is the most tantalizing fruit.” Enya laughed pausing for a brief moment she considered the stallion she had agreed to keep company. Often she refused to trust her own kind for anything they were worth so placing some semblance of trust on the stallion kept her own edge, though she would never show it she could only hope her recklessness paid off in the long run.

Embers of a Dying Light
♥dante



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