Painted Demon Posted on October 22, 2025 at 12:38:02 PM by Tattoo
Tattoo studied the young mare, noticing the shadows in her gaze, the way she tried to ignore him at first. There was something about her, something he recognised, something broken about her. It snagged his attention in the worse ways. Well, for her at least.
His movement were unhurried, lazy even as dark eyes scanned her body, he saw no physical wounds on her, nothing showing on the outside but perhaps there was more of that bleakness inside her. He was curious as to what would cause such lack of emotion in such a young horse? Yes, he was a fine one to speak about emotionless but he had years on her.
Moving closer till he was within range of her hooves he stopped, tilting his head slightly as an amused smirk tugged at his lips. She was feisty, he liked that, perhaps she wasn’t as broken as he initial thought. He chuckled lightly at her answer back to him, quick as a flash and then back to pretending like he wasn’t even there. He almost respected and admired that kind of attitude. Almost being the word, he still didn’t know this young mare but he was becoming more fascinated with her.
I guess you could call me that, or you could called me Tattoo he said, his voice silk but laced with something dark, a hint of danger to him. What should I call you? Or do you prefer young one? He teased, wanting to see her reaction.
He twisted his body to better face her, still somewhat sheltered from the elements so what’s a little one like you doing out here all on your own at night? He questioned, his tone switching again into something more chiding, as if he disapproved of her being out here, although in truth he could care less. He just enjoyed fucking with others and she was his current target.