Falls

of course he has too.

The flash of satisfaction in her pale eyes is exhilarating. Despite the pain left over from her bite, the stallion cannot help the patter of his heartbeat as it thundered in the concave of his breast. Multifaceted eyes of green watch as the pleasure washes over her; from the sway of her sultry hip, to the ease of tension from her muscles as the nightmare of what he was seemed to fade. Not completely mind you, but enough that she felt secure in the smirk on her lips and the proud tilt of her head causing a straying strand of alabaster to frame the curve of her dark cheek.

He smirked in response to her venomous tone, his weight shifting from one side to the other as he continued to watch her, savoring the image that had long since haunted his dreams. Her gaze remains suspicious, but the firm set of her jaw is enough to tell him that his mere presence had gotten beneath her skin more than any markings of teeth or hoof. His dark mahogany ears perk forward amid the tangled web of cream and caramel colored tresses as once more she spits her fire and hate. Once more she names him Hades and he cannot help but to join the wolf in a chuckle of amusement that rattles his chest. If she only knew. Hades might be an improvement.

The mask of indifference remains planted firmly in place now as he tilts his crown towards her, a lopsided grin on his whiskered lips. ”Trinkets and treasures are protected and guarded for safekeeping. Praised and revered with the same intensity as the gods you honor….” he continues, drawing his gaze away from her to the treetops where the invisible fingers of the zephyrs cause the orange and brown leaves to rattle in the skeletal branches. For a mere moment he lets his mind wander from the woman before him before dropping his gaze back to her once more, studying the pale silver blue starburst of her eyes, a single fluted lobe tilting back, ”Do you not agree?” he asks, his thick baritones dripping in humor and curiosity. Her devotion to the gods was noteworthy, he did not miss the whispered prayer that she sent to the falls or the loving manner in which her gaze lingered on the serene scene that lay before her. Somewhere deep beneath that pretty coat of smoke and mist, the beauty had a brain. The fire that the beast salivated after.

Hades. Again the word made him chuckle. The god of the underworld and his paradise she called hell. He gives his thick skull a shake, dragging a single foreleg over the rich brown earth between them. ”You call it the underworld but I assure you that the desert where Cain wanted to take you is a worse hell than the paradise I offer.” he continues, his words drawing out as he took another step towards her, ”Some say Hades was once a beautiful god too…” he continues, his breath heavy in his lungs as he extends his lips once more towards her, daring the fierce woman with a kiss on the cheek. Daring her with his touch. ”So tell me again that you do not find me as intoxicating as I find you only this time…. Make me believe it.”