syden
He found that he rather enjoyed the cheeky youthfulness of his new companion and the way she nipped and teased him; she seemed to listen to his request to stay grounded but he knew that she wouldn't be able to stay on the ground for long, for she was a mare and mares enjoyed being flighty - he knew this from experience. He laughs at her nip and the playful kick of her heels before following behind her, strides long and easy, her laughter filling his ears and filling him with a sense of playfulness he hasn't felt in a long time. He wasn't one to be playful - he was manipulative and full of hollow, sweet words, but a stallion needed moments of pleasure. It would also allow Illinois to believe he truly cared for her - he was possessive, for sure, but did he care? Not particularly.
She was a sight to behold, surely, with her tail held high and her delicate crown lifted up as she ran, her wings tasting the wind she created as she ran. He was struck by her beauty and his possessiveness of his raven only increased tenfold, his strides increasing in length once again as he strove to get closer. But he found himself skidding to a stop, time seeming to slow as he watched the mare fold and crumple, her delicate body crumpling like a leaf as she hit and slid against a tree. The sound of crunching bones hit his ears soon after, and he found himself standing still, hooves deep into grooves on the ground, body tense, before he slowly began to approach her. "Holy fucking shit." He breathed, head lowering slowly as he surveyed the damage, ears perked and body tense, another round of crunching making him balk and shy away, moving back a few feet.
He watched her body put itself back together in slow-motion, dark eyes wide with a dark sense of amazement. He had been completely unaware of her immortality but here it was, displayed before him, and instantly his mind went to offspring - imagine how powerful they would be if given her immortality! A smile briefly creased his lips but vanished as soon as one last crack hit his ears and the once-broken body rose once more, as beautiful as she had been minutes ago. He surveyed her body, briefly, and let out a low chuckle as she shook her coat and feathers out. "You are one hell of a raven." He winked at her, walking over to whuff at her mane gently, nibbling at her neck before stepping back. He was getting quite good again at this 'romancing' deal. "I thought I had lost you, Illinois, but I am glad I did not." This was one of the first times he had used her name in addressing her, and with a slight dip of his head, peering up through his forelock, he created the illusion of sadness mixed with a healthy dose of relief. He was relieved, that much was true, for the thought of losing such a catch of a mare angered him - he'd worked to get her here, and to think he could've lost her so easily bothered him.
>> drawn to the things you cannot find <<
