A sharp laugh spilled from her maw at his title, "Bardoul the Ghoul, did you come up with that one all your own?" the woman mocked it was childish and far too rhythmical for her liking. "Besides you are no ghoul...lest you are here to devour the rotting flesh of the poor bastards' fool enough to die here." She chuffed her amusement with the role of her eyes. She would love to watch the entire isles burn before her, yet feeling him press against her forced her to be drawn from these thoughts...someone bold enough to test her temper was interesting if nothing else. Perhaps fate loves to toy with her and yet fate be damned, she would take advantage of the moments of euphoria.
As she moved to nip at him she barely missed the kick he aimed at her, not enough to break her jaw but enough of an abrasion for her to glower at him her rage like an ember falling into kindling. 'That's too far.' his words are much darker and yet more tempting than before and his exposed teeth forced her own to glint behind tight lips. "I forget you stallions are nothing without them." She jeered hoping to provoke him just a little more. "What is it no little gobblings to show for those? Have you even lured a woman to your side in the chill of fall?" Enya purred as much as she enjoyed teasing him and evoking his ire she was deeply curious. She found herself circling him almost at a prance close enough to touch his warm flesh with an exhale before moving away once more her tail swatting at his neck.
His warmth intermingled with his flesh as his frame brushed against her bodice, his words catching her slightly off guard. Before his teeth had snaked their way to her throat. There was something primal about the way chose to press his teeth into, and even more so about how it drew her in ever so slightly. A deep purr escaped her throat leading her to press into his teeth. For a moment she was uncertain if she was flirting with the idea of death or if Bardoul was something different, exotic even...Whatever the case she refused to permit him the upper hand for long. Lifting to her hind legs she drew her hooves sharply towards his shoulder, as she withdrew from his grasp.
She laughed breathlessly, "Do you think I fear death?". Teeth snaking to nip harshly into his shoulder...He wasn't hers to claim and neither was she to him and yet the idea drove her mad. She craved power, yet this scarred beast who met her teeth with his own made her feel alive. The golden ember lingered close to him for a moment her teeth aiming to rake his withers "Enya". He had earned the right to her name and if she were honest with herself she desired to press him further, to feel his ire if she must but she craved this connection more than she was willing to admit, for the first time in many moons she no longer felt entirely alone.