Just as expected, Druna finds her frosted beast in his hidden oasis. Pleasure courses through her veins at the rake of his unreadable eyes over her swollen form. Pride flashes in her silver-blue eyes as instinctively, the painted woman holds her head a bit higher. Yes, she carried his child. Son or daughter, the proof of their coupling lay embedded in her belly, growing strong. Soon…. soon.. her mind whispers. Soon they would finally meet the life that bound them together and Druna would finally embark on a whole new, unexpected adventure. Motherhood.
The lilac-painted woman is prepared for Garmr’s reaction to her abrupt approach. If there is one thing that bonds them together, it is understanding. Druna hoped for a reaction, an outlet for her own frustrations with this late, uncomfortable stage of pregnancy as much as Garmr himself needed to release his own anger.
As much as she claimed to hate it, the sting of his blunt teeth against her cheek leaves an icy trail in its wake, causing her misery to fade into the recesses of her mind. Despite the coolness of his multifaceted eyes, Druna recognizes the bite in his words for its frustration. He was angry. Good.
Raven-tipped ears disappear beneath the curling tendrils of her sterling mane as paper-thin nostrils flare, inhaling a deep breath of his musky scent. ’...what is it to a trinket what a boss does?..’ the words cold and sharp in their delivery. A feral noise, a talent she attributed to mirroring his demeanor, rises in her throat as the minx presses against him, stretching out her sleek neck to allow ash-dusted labrums to reach for his shoulder and whithers. Whiskered lips part as blunt teeth roughly scratch at his frosted chocolate skin. ”As IF I will ever be JUST a trinket...” she purrs, the corners of her lips rising with her coy grin. Even if she knows he has the authority and the ability to bring her into tow or cast her aside; discarded and unnecessary now that Autumn has passed them by, Druna is confident enough to know that he won’t. At least, she hopes so anyway.
’...If I want to laze around…’ his words draw her away from her thoughts as she withdraws her touch long enough to fix him with a critical gaze. A single brow rises as a scoff lingers in her throat. He did not need her comment to know EXACTLY how she felt about that. Grant it, Garmr was by far the most productive member of the Lagoon stallions she has seen to date… but that does not stop her from wanting more for him.
But his next words do manage to draw away the bite in her tone and frustration in her mind. ’..what if I’m no longer the Boss?....” His thick silver tail stings as it snaps against her hip but she hardly recognizes it. What if he was not the boss? What if he was just another bachelor stallion among the masses or even a mere nomad?
For a moment she remains silent, her critical gaze studying his unreadable expression as though she hoped whatever knowledge he had might be made known. Was he planning on leaving the Lagoon? Was he expecting a mutiny of some sort? Did he want something different? It is no secret between them that Druna loves adventure and seeing new and unfamiliar sights. Growing up in Salem had a way of teaching the desert dancer to appreciate the wide variety of sights and sounds the main island had to offer. Salem had but one season in her opinion…. hot.
”What are you even talking about?” she asks, her tone heavy with disbelief and frustration. Did he really believe she was only with him because he held authority among the lawless men? Did he think her an empty-headed creature? Renewed anger flashes in her crystalline gaze as the small mare reaches forward again to nip at his throat in reprimand. ”After all I went through to track you down again? After everything YOU have put me through you seriously think I am only here because you are the Boss?” she scoffs, tossing her dished head to rid her vision field of the pale forelock that continues to try and veil her view of the handsome creature. Affection flashes across her gaze before returning to their usual icy hardness. ”Not a chance. I will spend the rest of my days harrassing you so either get used to it or kill me.” she purrs, her biting words playful. Once more her teeth find his body, tugging at a straying tendril of his knotted mane, ”IS that enough of an ego boost for you today or should I treat you like some of those other simpering little idiots over there…” she taunts, jerking her head back towards the direction where the majority of the herd gathers in the afternoons to graze in the last warm rays of sunlight before shadows and night fall upon the dense Lagoon forest.
DRUNA
lavender daughter of Evrain and Warduna