08-08-2016, 09:17 PM
Gunsynd
I wanna chain you up I wanna tie you down
He feels the valley stir as his call echoes through her. It quivered and he smiled as birds took flight from her damp pines. He had fucked many females, but never loved a single one. But he loves this valley, or as close to love as his dark and twisted heart can manage. He interacts with her like a lover, and relishes how she responds to him. He knows all to well its bloodlust, its insatiable need for anarchy and action. He feels it too, its a part of his blood.
The man is not surprised when the sound of a female’s voice reaches his thick ears. He had felt her approaching, the vibrations caused by her hoof falls echoing ever so quietly on the rock walls. He turns his head to observe her, his dark eyes becoming entangled in the young bay female’s curves. He breathes her scent in deeply as if to ensure he can taste her. She does not smell of his valley, but of other, less seductive lands. Her eyes show her youth, her innocence, her naivety. If only he weren’t awaiting another he would claim her as his own; break her, make her scream and beg for mercy, make her regret taking him so lightly - kill whatever innocence was left in those eyes. Be careful though, sweetheart… it’s addictive.
Luckily for her, his animalistic sneer is broken by the entrance of words forming in his mind that are not his own. They steal his attention and he knows their source is the one he is seeking. When she appears his dark eyes examine her and her engorged sides with disgust as he was want to do with pregnant females. He had sired too many children to count, he was certain - but he had never seen any of the females again after the act to verify. For all he knows, he could be the father or grandfather of the women before him but this doesn’t affect him.
Again words wash into his mind uninvited and he curls his lips up in a snide smile which does not seem to affect the judgmental look in his eyes. He knows this to be the ruler he had sought, yet he does not sense that the woman is as heavy with power as she is with child and he cannot trust this. The valley is hiding a powerful creature, he is sure of that. But surely it is not this female before him. Her eyes show the anger, the lust for discord that he expects, but that is where it ends. Perhaps there was more to her than meets his groping eyes, but that is yet to be determined.
“What has happened here.” His words come forth from some place deep in his throat, raspy, almost like a growl. He addresses Topsail but his eyes glint basely at the other who has clearly not bled for this kingdom. There is not a threat in his question, just a desire to know what had become of his homeland in his absence. He had not thought to fear for the valley’s well-being and yet he wonders now if that had been foolish.
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