He is drawn to her in a way he had not expected. In a way that he has never experienced.
As her silver eyes turn towards him his eyes caress her body, noticing for the first time the way that the starlight plays and dances across her red coat. Like a moth to the flame he takes a step forward, momentarily entranced.
Her soft, musical voice breaks his reverie and his red eyes jerk upwards to meet her own. A soft chuckle manages to escape his lips. “Quite the night owl then, aren’t you?” He takes another step towards her, then another, eyes fixed upon hers. “Or perhaps that’s the wrong term. Truly you are … indescribable.” She is nothing like the other mares that he’s come across in the field - she has nothing of their flightiness, their foolishness. And she is very, very far removed from his pathetic excuse of a mother.
He smiles in spite of himself. This is so unlike him, this fixation. Or at least, this fixation on another horse, rather than a goal. It is more than emotion though … more of a pull. A need.
He must make her his.
“Lirren.” He tastes the name, rolling it around in his mouth. A unique name to suite a unique creature. “I am Zayn.”
He steps forward yet again, reaching out his neck to inhale her heady scent. He stops just short of touching her dazzling coat. “Tell me, Lirren. Do you belong to anyone?” He draws his head back, eyes boring into hers. It does not matter, truly, if she is already spoken for.
After tonight, she will belong to him.
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