08-17-2015, 10:16 PM
See Killdare had been wrong about him. He could be charming, be diplomatic. Was it all a facade? Absolutely. He played the part when needed, when it suited what he was trying to get. It had been quite easy to lure her away. A lonely mare in the meadow, mediocre in the looks department and quietly pining for some attention. There he came, head raised with a debonair air. All smiles and flashing red eyes. Praising her, flirting with her, wondering just how on earth could she be out here all alone? Oh yes, I had never thought of it that way. Oh how witty and delightful you are! I must show you something, not something I would just show anyone… He could have kept up the act but it was tiresome and he was just so eager to return home and put Cellar through her paces. See if she could really do what she said she could. So he dropped the persona, reverting back to the calculating manipulative jackass he really was. Instantly he had started to drive her towards the Chamber, laying his teeth and hooves into her as often as he could without permanently damaging her. Not too much, she had to be healthy enough and in one piece for his experiment. As their hooves fly over Chamber dirt, he sends out his piercing call for the two mares he had left waiting. Red eyes search through the darkness, his own flanks heaving from the journey but adrenaline keeping him going. She speaks and he barely acknowledges her, still searching for them and a sneer growing on his facial features as they begin to appear. ”You’ll see.” His gaze is locked on the scaled creature who seemed so promising. With one last push he sends the mare (whose name he didn’t remember since it wouldn’t matter in the long run) flying in her direction. ”Time to put up or shut up. Show me what you got.” Standing still, eyes turning back to deep blood red. Eagerness making him tense, waiting. Waiting for magic. Waiting for death. *********the big bad wolf |