[sorry, didn't know if anyone else was going to post and i didn't want this thread to drop!]
Yessss… that’s exactly the type of effect Bel wanted to have on others; part fear, part indignation, and the realization that there was very little they could do about it.
He watches the emotions play across the mare’s face, and he cannot help but smile. Though it was in pleasure, on his handsome face, it was warped into a sort of sinister grin, as if he couldn’t possibly hide the dark and dastardly thoughts going on behind those eyes. He takes quick glances to the side, trying to determine if one of the other stallions is going to make a move against him. They seem complacent enough for the moment, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to let his guard down.
Dark blue eyes (the demon ice is inside him, after all) bore down on the mare until he finally speaks, his voice rolling out like the collapse of an iceberg, booming and deep. “Well what have we here… what’s your name, pet?”
He should say that there’s no need to be afraid, that he won’t hurt her, and he doesn’t bite hard. Alas, that would be lying. What kind of relationship could this ever be if he’s going to start it off with lying? It would be doomed from the start.
BELGARATH
No mercy to what we are doing, no thought to what we have done
No need to feel the sorrow, no remorse for the helpless one |
