I tried to sell my soul last night
Funny, he wouldn't even take a bite
If he were a different sort of man, her guise of soft sweetness might have beguiled him. Might have made him weaken towards her, tempting him with something sure to be incredible. But Ashhal had long ago learned just how deceptive allure can be. Innocence that might be a draw to others only brings suspicion and a stirring need to destroy it to him.
Her quiescent smile and gentle “oh” elicit no kindness from the hard-edged stallion. Instead it stirs a deep-seated desire to wipe it from her. Restrained violence fairly shimmers around him as he considers the best way to continue. The only thing he doesn’t know is whether she would respond to force with receptiveness or fear. Despite the loveliness of her demeanor, he senses no hesitation or alarm, only a coy sweetness that causes his hackles to rise.
Ashhal has never been overly familiar with emotion. His greatest familiarity is anger and loathing. Anything else is nearly as foreign to him as breathing underwater would be. True fear is not something he has felt in such a long time that the sensation of it budding inside his chest is unrecognizable to him at first.
As it swells, quickening his heartbeat and drawing his breaths up short, he frowns in confusion. Along with it comes the urge to retreat, so strong that he has nearly taken a step back before he realizes something is truly wrong. Before he realizes that she must be doing something to him.
Her breathy words only confirm his suspicion.
On its heels comes rage. Many creatures might have fled in the wake of terror, but Ashhal has never responded to fear by fleeing. No, when it comes to fight or flight, he inevitably chooses fight. Every time.
With a nearly animalistic roar of rage, he lashes out at her, bellowing, “What the fuck have you done to me?”
She had demanded he touch her, but she would get a hell of a lot more than she ever dared bargain for.
@Aela