06-12-2015, 04:09 PM
And listen to all the songs that the night shouts. They go something just like this... So go fill up a glass with tonic rocks and gin and drink yourself to happiness. ____It doesn't take long before the raven beauty is in his sights. He recalls a few moments that have displeased him recently. Her overstepping a boundary set when she first came here. He wondered what the mare wanted, wanted if she wanted things like Star, or if she wanted more. He was a man that at times didn't want to get into herd politics, didn't want the hassle of dealing with things. But right now, this was business, this was his business. BrokenStar has regained her sashay, her wriggling hips and dancing limbs did not take long to return after her tumble. He liked that, he admitted. He was a man after all, he had feelings and urges, even if only slight. He watched her intently, his dark eyes locking onto her floating body as she cascaded over the sand dunes to him. She was finally acting like an obedient pet he had hoped she would be. Now, where to begin... "I'm pleased you've decided to listen, Pet." he started off with sarcasm, perhaps a terrible idea, maybe a brilliant one. But this was all new to the sloth demon, he had to start somewhere. "We must talk, Pet. About you, about me, about the herd." he walked over to meet her as she neared him, placed a nip on her neck, moved to her shoulder and pressed his muzzle into her, firmly, making known he was there, and she was his. A possessiveness that sprung from the depths of him. "I want to know what you want, but first I will tell you what I want from you." he was idling then, waiting for her to become a fierce little firecracker and run away, he would make certain she daren't. he sidled right up to her, his body pressed close against hers, like yin and yang they fit together. His wing arched over her and he brought it down, circling her closer to him. "I want you to bear my blood come spring. I want my bloodline out there, Pet, and you will help me. I also want you to start behaving a little more like my harem member than a wild imp. This is my herd, remember? Those I bring here are mine, just like you. I will not have you causing rifts and problems. I want herd dynamics, I want to be able to leave you all unattended at points and know that I will not come back to find a massacre because someone has upset you. Hold your tongue and grow a bit more backbone, Pet. Then, then perhaps I will give you a bit more of what you want." the winged, invisible demon of tyrael & amnesia, stalks the gemstone ridge with no one by his side |