11-06-2017, 11:31 PM
Isobell
i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea
She is like him.Oh gods of Beqanna what has he done to her?
The brilliant silver of her eyes are narrowed as she feels him touching her with an unexpected tenderness. Her jaw is gritted and she feels a sting where the new incisors prick the edges of her dark lips and there is a soft taste of copper on the edges of her tongue. Where he is a matte black and lustrous mother of pearl, she is a rainbow moonstone and glassy obsidian.
Isobell is angry.
She jerks from his touch, his mind penetrating her own, she glares at him openly. Liar, liar, pants on fire... The words ring just beyond his influence as she thinks to his demeanor, his soft words and gentle nudges. All along she had been
(prey)
but she had not (the word echoes in her head despite not being her own). She had been chosen but she does feel it despite wanting to not. She feels a pull to him under the grey of the winter's sky. "You're mine." It floats over her skin, lifting the scales and making her pulsate despite her quiet pleas of silence. She wants to tear his throat out and swallow the very heart that beats in his chest. "N-n--n" She tries but the word will not creep from her lips. She tries again but fails with a sigh. The mare begrudgingly takes his side, easing the ache that she had not noticed before (little does she realize now is that he will be the source of her pain in the upcoming months and to be near him was the only way to ease the dull ache).
She moves into the water (but it whispers like a soft lover) and the cold is gone. She feels a surge of pleasure and moans softly as it is overwhelming, her head falling back with closed eyes as the long dark hair tumbled down. "Okay." She consents without looking at him, waiting for direction as she could not do anything but just that.