i've learned to love a little bit of blood in my wine Posted on July 27, 2024 at 11:18:15 PM by Carthage
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The dark stallion waited, his skin beginning to itch with anticipation as Sigurdr debated inwardly where their next target lay. Carthage had relished every phase of the raid: the careful crossing of the border, hunting down their quarry, and the delicious approach, the moment when she'd first laid her eyes upon the two men charging forward from the darkness. The memory of the thrill egged him on, pushing him to make another attempt.
"I think Luthien, again... Rumor has it that they prefer to keep out of the island's drama. I would hate for them to miss out on the excitement," Sigurdr laughed lowly. A similar smile snaked across the bay stallion's maw. "Tomorrow." Anticipation coursed through the male, forcing him to move. His head swung low and then upward again as Carthage champed eagerly.
It pleased him to no end that Sigurdr meant to move on so quickly to another raid. The sooner they struck, the less time Luthien would have to be warned against a raiding party. They would have the upper hand. Dark strands of his tail lashed, anxious for the morning to come. The stallion nodded in the lead's direction. The smile still rested on his features. "They won't know what hit them."