His breath against her hide is the firestarter she needs.
Lilliana’s ears are firmly pressed into her neck as she spins to face him, glaring up at @[draco]. "Are you deaf?” the chestnut mare counters, leveling the horned stallion with her blue eyes. Her dark lips pull back, "Your brother should learn to mind his manners.” The Pangean is practically barking his fury at her and she matches him, word for word with her own fuming ire.
”You will leave me be because I’m a Diplomat of Nerine.” Her voice is deliberate, slow to imply that he doesn’t understand as she seethes up at him. "You will leave me be because I’m the Taigan Ambassador.” Lilliana’s sides have started to shake (from anger? from fear?) and she wants as much distance as she can put between them, now.
The stallion suddenly looks up to where her ears have fixed themselves, hiding beneath the waves of a copper sea. The sneer on her face deepens. The Taigan mare is ready to hurl more words at him - to bite him even, if that's what it will take. Lilliana has never thought herself capable of violence but pinned between the ochre shadows of Pangea and Draco, her thoughts are very quickly turned towards any exposed piece of flesh she can sink her teeth into.
Her boys are back in Taiga; she is in Pangea.
There is a continental divide in her chest and she is desperate to close it.
When his red eyes glow, he looms close. What she feels is similar to those moments on the Mountain - shutting her eyes tight and wrapping herself tight around Craft, wishing she could drown out the sound of the orange-eyed man who tore his face apart. Those moments with a tentacle-wrapped around her neck, of seeing Ruth with a face full of terror and her own desperation to get him as far away from her as she could. Those moments of with the icy breath of an antlered man who had smiled down at her, Death lingering behind his eyes.
And then it is all gone.
Nothing but her anger and the few steps she has taken away from him remain.
Snarling, "Taiga will spear Pangea back into the ocean.” Her heart is racing and there is no stopping it but she finally regains her stance again, "And then Nerine will sink whatever remains to the bottom.”
It’s too much, though, when he attempts to grab a lock of her red mane.
His stars glow ominously - a warning that isn’t missed.
Lilliana bares her teeth again in reply, "You will leave me be.”
Lilliana’s ears are firmly pressed into her neck as she spins to face him, glaring up at @[draco]. "Are you deaf?” the chestnut mare counters, leveling the horned stallion with her blue eyes. Her dark lips pull back, "Your brother should learn to mind his manners.” The Pangean is practically barking his fury at her and she matches him, word for word with her own fuming ire.
”You will leave me be because I’m a Diplomat of Nerine.” Her voice is deliberate, slow to imply that he doesn’t understand as she seethes up at him. "You will leave me be because I’m the Taigan Ambassador.” Lilliana’s sides have started to shake (from anger? from fear?) and she wants as much distance as she can put between them, now.
The stallion suddenly looks up to where her ears have fixed themselves, hiding beneath the waves of a copper sea. The sneer on her face deepens. The Taigan mare is ready to hurl more words at him - to bite him even, if that's what it will take. Lilliana has never thought herself capable of violence but pinned between the ochre shadows of Pangea and Draco, her thoughts are very quickly turned towards any exposed piece of flesh she can sink her teeth into.
Her boys are back in Taiga; she is in Pangea.
There is a continental divide in her chest and she is desperate to close it.
When his red eyes glow, he looms close. What she feels is similar to those moments on the Mountain - shutting her eyes tight and wrapping herself tight around Craft, wishing she could drown out the sound of the orange-eyed man who tore his face apart. Those moments with a tentacle-wrapped around her neck, of seeing Ruth with a face full of terror and her own desperation to get him as far away from her as she could. Those moments of with the icy breath of an antlered man who had smiled down at her, Death lingering behind his eyes.
And then it is all gone.
Nothing but her anger and the few steps she has taken away from him remain.
Snarling, "Taiga will spear Pangea back into the ocean.” Her heart is racing and there is no stopping it but she finally regains her stance again, "And then Nerine will sink whatever remains to the bottom.”
It’s too much, though, when he attempts to grab a lock of her red mane.
His stars glow ominously - a warning that isn’t missed.
Lilliana bares her teeth again in reply, "You will leave me be.”
LILLIANA
all that i'm after is a life full of laughter
(as long as i'm laughing with you)
but it's all in the past, love
it's all gone with the wind