There was hardly anything about her beast that had changed since being away, as always he was as handsome as he could be, but his skin was lacking in the scars she used to leave along his neck and sides. That just wouldn’t do. She wanted his skin open and bleeding, and as her body collided with his own it seemed he too had the same idea as he takes the full weight of her own body that hardly rocks him on his hooves. His teeth catch her own skin in retaliation, and damn him if she didn’t lean into him to give him more access. No.
She stumbles back, even further with his towering frame that aims to push her like she had him, his word’s doing nothing to ease the fire that boils within her. He was jealous? Hardly, she inwardly sorts, her flaring nostrils picking up the perfume of other mares he wears like a second coat; she hated it. Dara wanted nothing more than to rub herself along him, to sink her teeth into the skin of his neck and never let go until he made her, but there were bigger things at hand than quenching her thirst. “NO!”, she charges into his path again, covering the way she had run from to slow his progress towards the sleeping girl. Varda was the only innocent thing that could have happened between the pair of devil's currently squaring off with the other; she would not let him ruin her too.
“She is mine Tyr,” Dara tries her best to plead with him, keeping her back towards the path as she puts herself in front of him again and would continue to do so no matter how many times he’d shove her out of the way or move around her. The mother is frantic of course, her child’s life already in danger and for what reason, because her mother had gotten greedy?
“Tyr,” she gasps, voice trembling that was so unlike her, so out of character that it would surely make him pause, “please don’t.” If he wanted to he could easily get her out of his way with more force than he was truly exerting, so she waits, shaking in the way she holds herself with her head just slightly tilted upwards to catch his angry gaze.
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