07-27-2017, 08:25 AM
I'm gonna set this world on fire
A malicious cackle rises from her throat as the whiskey mare flees. Voice of shrill terror screams out, begging for her life... Well that was classic! Her lover chases after her in confusion and just as the scene was getting good she hears a rumbling behind her. Ugh... Now what?! Can't a girl just have some peace and quiet around here for fucks sake.
It doesn't take him long to catch up, considering the fact she was standing still. Apparently he has some sort of important reason for interrupting. Trespassing or borders or some shit fills his thoughts. She remains still as he curls around her, placing himself between her and the situation unfolding by her doing. No one would know that though. For all anyone knew the mare was consumed with an inner demon...
He speaks quickly - a little judgey - demanding answers from her. Onyx eyes glide over his sleek form as he counts... 1 ... They start at his hips, following the curvature of his spine ... 2 ... Continuing to round his shoulder then glide up his nape. Finally resting upon his face ... You don't want me to say 3 ... He warns with a smirk playing across his lips. She knows what's to come so a more demonic smile plays across her own...
"3...." She speaks. But in doing so her mind casts out to the stallion standing over the fading whiskey mare, Monsters are coming...
It doesn't take him long to catch up, considering the fact she was standing still. Apparently he has some sort of important reason for interrupting. Trespassing or borders or some shit fills his thoughts. She remains still as he curls around her, placing himself between her and the situation unfolding by her doing. No one would know that though. For all anyone knew the mare was consumed with an inner demon...
He speaks quickly - a little judgey - demanding answers from her. Onyx eyes glide over his sleek form as he counts... 1 ... They start at his hips, following the curvature of his spine ... 2 ... Continuing to round his shoulder then glide up his nape. Finally resting upon his face ... You don't want me to say 3 ... He warns with a smirk playing across his lips. She knows what's to come so a more demonic smile plays across her own...
"3...." She speaks. But in doing so her mind casts out to the stallion standing over the fading whiskey mare, Monsters are coming...
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