He doesn't see the way she is broken - she hides it well - and what few cracks he can feel make her perfect for him. He feeds off the way she needs him, even in this desperate moment, as she pants his name and the pain causes her sides to shudder. She is flawless, and his; it would be a lie to say he didn't love her.
In his own selfish way.
He had never had something all to himself before her. He had been given a taste for it when he kept Karaugh in her prison - but that was nothing like this. Kauragh had been a used up old bat ripe with someone else's bastard when he took her. She had hissed and showed her teeth, and taming her had been a rewarding challenge. But it was not what he truly wanted.
He wants her - Rapture - she is soft and content and that's all he ever sees of her. She makes him forget everyone else who ever left him. She is the safe place he always comes back to.
She falls, and he gently places her head down on the warm earth, checking first for any stones. His gaze lingers on her features, finally restful, and while concern still grips him, the tall beast steps back and allows her a moment to sleep.
His attention turns to the two foals, yet his ears remain trained on Rapture as his mismatched gaze evaluates their offspring. Cautiously, he approaches the children and the flames along his crest dim as the boy blinks up at him. But he reaches for the filly first, lipping away any trace of film which Rapture had missed. When in turn she tilts her delicate face up to his, a puff of warm air leaves his nostrils and something inside of him softens.
Still silent, the stallion sinks to his knees in the soft loam, bringing himself to her height and their faces together. He nips her cheek playfully, more lips than teeth, drawing his muzzle back quickly afterward as he admires everything about his first daughter.
In his own selfish way.
He had never had something all to himself before her. He had been given a taste for it when he kept Karaugh in her prison - but that was nothing like this. Kauragh had been a used up old bat ripe with someone else's bastard when he took her. She had hissed and showed her teeth, and taming her had been a rewarding challenge. But it was not what he truly wanted.
He wants her - Rapture - she is soft and content and that's all he ever sees of her. She makes him forget everyone else who ever left him. She is the safe place he always comes back to.
She falls, and he gently places her head down on the warm earth, checking first for any stones. His gaze lingers on her features, finally restful, and while concern still grips him, the tall beast steps back and allows her a moment to sleep.
His attention turns to the two foals, yet his ears remain trained on Rapture as his mismatched gaze evaluates their offspring. Cautiously, he approaches the children and the flames along his crest dim as the boy blinks up at him. But he reaches for the filly first, lipping away any trace of film which Rapture had missed. When in turn she tilts her delicate face up to his, a puff of warm air leaves his nostrils and something inside of him softens.
Still silent, the stallion sinks to his knees in the soft loam, bringing himself to her height and their faces together. He nips her cheek playfully, more lips than teeth, drawing his muzzle back quickly afterward as he admires everything about his first daughter.
Levi
so scream you, out from behind the bitter ache.
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