The shadows of the rainforest seemed to converge upon the dark figure that stepped forward from their clutches. Light that filtered down through the creep and clamor of the canopy saw fit to shine elsewhere, hardly daring to touch the blood-dark form of the Ridge King. Low laughter thrummed from the male, filling the dense air between them with sound of his amusement.
He turned his head then to look at the mare. Eyes the color of brimstone swept lazily over the pale sway of her body. Much time had passed since last they met. Many things had changed, and yet.. others had not. Dark lips had twisted into an amused expression, yellowed teeth flashing with a shake of his head.
"You're no fun, Snapdragon," Carthage teased.