12-07-2015, 08:19 PM
k r y l l
She was not one to be easily played.
She wasn't swayed by pretty faces or sweet talk; seduction was a game she was always willing to play, but she only played on her terms or she didn't play at all. This was her game and her rules, and no sweet-talking stallion would get under the thick skin she had so meticulously built up. She was fine being used and abused, so long as she followed them at least thinking that it was her idea. She refused to be bullied around and brought to a home she didn't give a damn about. She was fine getting pushed around and fucked for some stallion's amusement, but she wasn't about to go home and be their personal fuck-girl. She was a one-time and move on kind of girl, and if she got pregnant from an encounter?
That kid would get a new parent.
She liked her lonely life, and kids only complicated things. She didn't have time to raise and care for a child, nor did she have the heart for them. It was as thick and caged as the rest of her, and no child made from loveless sex would be claimed by her. She'd never loved a man and doubted she ever would, but even then - any child that came from that would be gone. She wasn't fit for being a mother.
She heard him before she saw him, and a devilish smirk played at her lips, keeping her head down as to not draw attention. She lazily flicked an ear in his direction and slowly raised her head, sultriness written all over her expression. He was well-built and handsome in a roguish way, and she certainly wouldn't mind if he wanted to have his way. She preened under his approving gaze, neck arching to only enhance the delicacy her body had, a sweet-looking smile playing on her lips.
"Kryll." She cooed back, watching him bow with amusement flashing in her eyes before a darker flash deepened heir natural color. It was her 'lucky day', so he claimed, and from his stance she knew it wouldn't be sex. Her ears flattened as soon as he stepped towards her, and she squealed in irritation before striking out her back legs at his nudge. "If you think I'm becoming your herd-bitch, you're deeply mistaken." Her voice lacked the sweetness it gained when she talked to stallions; this was what she hated, when stallions tried to push her around because they thought she was dainty. She may be dainty in stature but she was cruel and hard in heart, and that could fuel her more than any fire.