Posted on August 2, 2025 at 09:21:59 PM by W I † C H E
† recite your prayers in the dead of night †
Witche liked the feeling of his eyes freely sweeping across her golden pelt. It validated her opinion that she was pretty and she was taking much delight in the attention she was getting. If only he was a little bit older than he might have offered a credible threat. It’s not like she didn’t like Lucifer, he was very handsome, it was just this territory that slightly sucked in her opinion. Besides, what girl didn’t want to be adored and fought over? She senses the strangers unease towards her and even that pleased her. How could a big boy like him be scared of little her? If he thought that she was scary then he wasn’t ready to encounter the demon king of the dunes. Of course it wasn’t long before a bellow rang out across the sky. The large black demon careens down the dune towards them with reckless abandon. Oh, yeah, he looked pissed alright. His thundering hooves across the sand almost rivaled that of the earlier storm. The ears are pinned and the fangs are bared for the world to fear. “Ah, hell nah,” Witche sighed. She had recently felt the blunt pinch of those teeth down her back and she didn’t relish the thought in feeling them again so soon. She still didn’t really understand what exactly that wrestling game was that they played the other night, all she knew is that he had won and she had felt a little off ever since. Witche tried to manoeuvre herself so that she is behind the stranger, he could literally be her meat shield. Imagine her surprise to find that he was already cowering behind her. Who knew that someone that big could be so agile? Instinctively, the palomino mare rears in effort to avoid being crushed between the two stallions that easily towered above her. For a moment her brown eyes catch the look of fear on the poor boy's face and it tugs at her shrivelled string. “Lucifer!” She shrieks his name as her front hooves fall back towards the ground. The tone in her voice was hopefully sharp enough to cut through the red mist clouding his eyes. Oh she is under no impression that she could control this black beast, he’s much bigger, stronger and more experienced on the battlefield. But she could strike him in a way that only a pretty little mare like her could, in his pride. "There's nothing to boast about for beating a boy,” she states with a scathing tone. If this ploy worked then Aether would owe her a favour if they could march him to the border without him losing more hair. Then again she might have just made Lucifer angrier in which case this wasn’t going to be pretty. W I † C H E  |
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