break some bread for all my sins
"I am Dahmer, of Tephra," his voice is warm and familiar when he responds to her inquiry, as if they were old friends, "it's certainly a pleasure to meet you, Jord." She moves closer to him and the black stallion is intrigued -- more often than not, the mares of the Field were hesitant when it came to the stallions who were recruiting from their homes. Her forwardness is refreshing, and Dahmer finds that his smirk simply does not want to leave his face.
His blue eyes flick away from the attractive mare when there is movement in his peripherals, but Dahmer's gaze does not linger on the retreating Yorrik. Instead, his eyes slide back to Jord and her expectant smile, and the black beast cannot help but oblige her silent request. "I'd love for you to accompany me back to Tephra," he pauses briefly to search her eyes with his, "I can assure you that there will be more for you to do there than simply be a pretty trophy." He chuckles and gifts the mare with a wink.
"Unless, of course, that's what you'd like to do."
Something tells the black demon that she would prefer to be a fireball to a doormat, and oh, is he okay with that.
+ notesno worries, it happens to all of us! ♥