The firm press of the chimera stallion’s dark lips speaks volumes. Even before his words break the thick silence between them, the tension gives… if only slightly. Twin flutes twitch atop her skull at the smooth reply that slips between them. Near-black eyes glitter as amusement flashes across her gaze, causing the hard shell to crack. Asmodeus knew her very well indeed. A scoffing sound vibrates deep in her lungs as the silver-haired mare gives her long tail an impatient switch. ”You are not wrong, m’love.” she purrs finally, the tension easing as her weight shifts with growing impatience.
She tells herself it is the season that causes her heartbeat to quicken as she rubs herself slowly down the side of his body. She tells herself that she does not miss the warmth of his breath or the familiar spice of his scent as it envelops her in the frigid desert nights. She longs to feel the rough pull of his blunt teeth as they scraped across her skin, but it is probably for the best that he remains unmoved by the temptations of her advances.
’...not even you would be so heartless…’ he remarks dryly. The smile that curves across her lips in response is telling enough. A coquettish laugh bubbles from her deep within her breast as the minx draws away from him. Let him think that. If he wanted to believe there was at least some semblance of goodness in her, then let it be that if only to hold onto the hope that somehow she might once again manage to trap him within her grasp.The snort of disdain that accompanies his next words are the double-edged sword she expected them to be. It is just as easy for him to turn that spear back around in hopes of cutting into her own armor. She knew it to be an easy mark, but what she did not expect was the words that followed….
’You’re losing you touch, dear.’Fluted lobes snap backward as a feral hiss lingers in her throat. Lithe forelimbs stomp her frustration into the malleable sands underfoot as dark eyes narrow viciously on his.
”I will never lose my touch. Perhaps it is you who has gone soft… you did choose an old crone for your queen after all.” she snarls, her own tail snapping audibly against the sleek chocolate of her hips. She knows that she should not let his words affect her in that way, in fact, the initial jab he had struck with missed. It was those words, those fears that strike the truest to the vain creature. Reality.He speaks again, the calm calculation in his voice suddenly as irritating as the fact that he remained beyond her reach. A wry grin tugs the corners of her ashen lips as she arches her serpentine to let the whisping ends of her silvery white forelock settle like a veil across her near-black eyes.
”What a disappointment that you refused to remain at my side. Such promise wasted on the likes of the Shore….” she murmurs with a dramatic exhale before giving her proud head a shake as if to rid herself of the potency of his testosterone-driven influence.
”Do you best my love, try to untangle the web of knots you have entangled in our bloodline. I feel certain you will give up long before I do.” she finishes with a smirk. A promise. Asmodeus might always have been held high on a golden pedestal in Cahyr’s mind from the very beginning, but gold has a way of tarnishing without a little polishing, and he did not have the same solid footing to build on with Naytre. At least there was that, anyway.