06-02-2015, 02:03 PM
 Nier did not have a great deal of patience, it was too much trouble, too much to think about. It made thoughts loom and ideas wander into the realm it should never cross. So he much preferred to remove himself from a situation than have to wait. Waiting got up certain instincts within him and it boiled his blood; he hated to wait, thus hated what waiting did to him. He waited for her, BrokenStar. He'd been waiting since she had her foolish little escapade with the cliff edge. Knots of anger were starting to unravel themselves, inch by inch, but he was still displeased with the ebony mare. His first mare he brought back here, offered home, security, and she goes and throws it back at him. If she had fallen to her death, not only would he have one less mare, he would have failed at something he had just started. Oh, and not forgetting the mess that would make. Her pretty little blood he didn't want tarnishing the beach, not for years. Not unless he was the one doing it. The silver steed watched her move, she was now hindered, not such an exotic little dancer with sashaying steps and wriggling hips. A frown knotted his forehead at this notion; he had quite liked her little displays, even if they were all a little show to try and entice him, well for a while it worked. Nier watched her, she bowed and bent and then fell, he took a few steps forward, a growl within his throat; had someone dared to touch her? had someone else harmed her more? he then stopped as she lay there, motionless. Nier called her quietly. Jogged over. BrokenStar hadn't died on him, had she? he lowered his head, muzzle pressing against her side. She was warm, he felt her blood beneath ebb and flow. Then his ears pinned against his poll at the piercing sound of her call and he took a step back, a low growl coming from his chest. "Get up, Pet. You're not some field accessory. Get up." he pushed his nose against her, ran his lips along her stomach, her shoulder and to her neck, where he blew hot breath against her cheek. "Up. Now." perhaps she liked him more when he was the demon, when his voice was dark and his eyes were dead. Well, right now that was exactly what he was going to be. |