12-10-2017, 10:36 AM
god make me pay
like the devil i am
like the devil i am
Her face shows no fear, but the way her eyes look at him curiously, he knows there is a sense that something is a little off, something isn’t right. That is enough for him, and must have been enough for her because she remains, the blood bay going so far as to begin to answer his question - which the answer he is most delighted to hear. His dear friend, however, is unable to finish. A slight grimace covers the pearlescence of his face, his jaw clenching tightly as she becomes distracted by the other that now strides up to join them.
No matter.
Perhaps he could show them both the watery sanctum where he dwells.
The other that arrives is younger, black and white and scaled. The darkness of his eyes unabashedly rove over her body, the glittering scales causing him to tilt his head curiously, droplets of seawater spilling off him with the movement. It reminds him of the fish that he is so familiar with, and the stallion licks the salt-dried of his lips with his tongue, now desperate to taste her flesh as well - could he even pierce it?
His first companion surprises him as she moves to stand beside him - unaware she is so dangerously close to such a predator. The smell of her nearness sends his lips twitching, dark eyes flickering to her. Maybe he only needs the one, she is close enough now that he could easily let the water rise up beneath her, and the water beneath him begins to swirl ever so slightly, his heart thrumming wildly in his chest.
But, once again, he is surprised by her once more.
She begins to introduce herself and the story between himself and her, and though no expression finds his face, a single brow crooks. What?
Quickly, however, when it is announced that he is called Seaweed, a hint of a smile finds itself on his cracked lips. The fake name is extremely appropriate, and his dark eyes flicker to the black and white scaled mare, lips pressing together thoughtfully. Is this how all kingdom horses are? Despite the curiousness of it all, the stallion is not here for petty name games and silliness; his mission here is much more sinister. But, his watery tomb beneath Nerine calls for more, so he decides to stay with the women a few moments longer, to see where this could lead.
“Yes,” his voice garbles, saltwater bubbling in his throat. “Just an awkward reunion,”
Maugrim’s eyes flash to Boat. He does not give her a smile, but simply stares at her.
No matter.
Perhaps he could show them both the watery sanctum where he dwells.
The other that arrives is younger, black and white and scaled. The darkness of his eyes unabashedly rove over her body, the glittering scales causing him to tilt his head curiously, droplets of seawater spilling off him with the movement. It reminds him of the fish that he is so familiar with, and the stallion licks the salt-dried of his lips with his tongue, now desperate to taste her flesh as well - could he even pierce it?
His first companion surprises him as she moves to stand beside him - unaware she is so dangerously close to such a predator. The smell of her nearness sends his lips twitching, dark eyes flickering to her. Maybe he only needs the one, she is close enough now that he could easily let the water rise up beneath her, and the water beneath him begins to swirl ever so slightly, his heart thrumming wildly in his chest.
But, once again, he is surprised by her once more.
She begins to introduce herself and the story between himself and her, and though no expression finds his face, a single brow crooks. What?
Quickly, however, when it is announced that he is called Seaweed, a hint of a smile finds itself on his cracked lips. The fake name is extremely appropriate, and his dark eyes flicker to the black and white scaled mare, lips pressing together thoughtfully. Is this how all kingdom horses are? Despite the curiousness of it all, the stallion is not here for petty name games and silliness; his mission here is much more sinister. But, his watery tomb beneath Nerine calls for more, so he decides to stay with the women a few moments longer, to see where this could lead.
“Yes,” his voice garbles, saltwater bubbling in his throat. “Just an awkward reunion,”
Maugrim’s eyes flash to Boat. He does not give her a smile, but simply stares at her.
m a u g r i m.
@[Vessel] @[Isobell]
He doesn't do well in social interactions, sorry. D: