(anyone) but you

[Maugrim]

it was a blood-soaked feast
that never ceased

She falls still beneath his greedy, grubby touch and the breathlessness in her throat (from disgust, he muses) causes the semblance of a smile to crawl onto the worn edges of his pearled lips. He expects retaliation immediately, especially one of her kind, so there is no attempt to move away as her mouth snaps towards him in warning, her sharp teeth scraping his damp coat from his water-logged skin. Blood pools to the surface and into the divots that her teeth had left, just beneath a hungry, near-black eye. The sensation of the thick liquid rolling across his skin sends a shiver down his spine, so tantalizing. Her sharp tail comes within inches of his throat like a warning and he wonders what stops her from forcing it through his skin. Half of him debates pressing himself into its blade just to see how she would react, but he decides against it for now.

She is like Nexus, though in the same breath, she is not at all like her. Some kind of kin, to be sure, with that slick black armor and prehensile tail; but there is the ability to form words, a sort of surprise to the stallion that causes him to snort quizzically, the smile on his mouth fading for a moment as he studies her.

Maugrim doesn’t move towards her - not yet, anyway - and respects the distance between them that she so quickly established. His abysmal gaze floats to meet hers, hungry.  “So quick to throw threats,” comes the reply, gurgling like fluid in his throat. The blood from his wound begins to tickle at the corner of his mouth as it runs and instinctively his pink tongue licks to moisten, staining his mouth a ruby-red. He isn’t surprised that her threats of ruining his manhood spew from her mouth; only a precious few have found themselves willingly beneath him.

He watches her eyes and how they are seeing straight past him, her ears and nostrils keeping her aware of his movements. Maugrim’s brows crease curiously, side-stepping cautiously as if attempting to make a wide berth around her and to give her more space, his eyes flicking to her perfectly poised tail.

He doesn’t know where this conversation will end, but the not-knowing spikes his adrenaline, making him bolder and more ambitious.

“Oh, so confident, too.” A pause as he draws a rattling breath, “how are you so sure you can even find me?”

The stallion’s voice is thinly veiled with his intentions, hungry and predatorial as they leak from his bloody lips. He moves quickly to test her range of sight, snaking his head forward to snap at her threatening tail. He knows that his dull teeth - if they find purchase - will do little against the armor shielding her body, but as it is, he has always been more interested in mental warfare than physical. Knowing she’d sense his movement he leaps backwards, the front of his body melting into translucence. If she were to attack, she’d be met with the dissatisfaction of only slicing through water.

m a u g r i m.

@[Fiorina]