look through the rifle’s sight | cadomir
Dec 2, 2014 15:32:35 GMT -6
Post by KUNA ✌ on Dec 2, 2014 15:32:35 GMT -6
phoenix
Perhaps she just likes getting into trouble. Perhaps she wants to know the real reason behind him stealing her. Perhaps she wonders if it is for some purpose other than making enemies. Whatever her true reasoning, she ends up at his border. She doesn’t know, yet, that he is the emperor here – that his word is law to his people and they follow his orders like a well-trained dog. She doesn’t know anything about him except she was halfway to his land when Meta challenged for a fight.
And she had been caught in the middle, like a piece of meat with the capability to pleasure the stallions that fought over her.
Her anger had swept her away like an overflowing river, but she had managed to control it (after rearing and slashing at a sole tree for an hour and then roughly splashing in a pool of water until her legs were splattered up to her chest with mud). Still, that explosiveness continues to brim under the surface of her smirking lips and smoky green eyes, just waiting for something to flip a switch and push her into that violent state of red. Perhaps the strange stallion would cause the haze of red or perhaps Meta would cause the haze of red. Perhaps something simple might cause it, like a rock hitting her leg sharply or a bush tangling in her tail.
Nonetheless, she hasn’t exploded thus far. The smell of the stallion’s musk lingers on her skin, speaking of his homeland and its location. She follows her nose faithfully, occasionally pausing to check her surroundings. But that night remains sharply in her mind (his teeth driving her away from her sleeping place, stealing her away in the night) and it doesn’t take her long to reach the location of his home.
She waits patiently at the borders, wary of the perimeter. She knows he will come soon, her smell should remind him easily of that night, and so she simply stands and lingers.
And she had been caught in the middle, like a piece of meat with the capability to pleasure the stallions that fought over her.
Her anger had swept her away like an overflowing river, but she had managed to control it (after rearing and slashing at a sole tree for an hour and then roughly splashing in a pool of water until her legs were splattered up to her chest with mud). Still, that explosiveness continues to brim under the surface of her smirking lips and smoky green eyes, just waiting for something to flip a switch and push her into that violent state of red. Perhaps the strange stallion would cause the haze of red or perhaps Meta would cause the haze of red. Perhaps something simple might cause it, like a rock hitting her leg sharply or a bush tangling in her tail.
Nonetheless, she hasn’t exploded thus far. The smell of the stallion’s musk lingers on her skin, speaking of his homeland and its location. She follows her nose faithfully, occasionally pausing to check her surroundings. But that night remains sharply in her mind (his teeth driving her away from her sleeping place, stealing her away in the night) and it doesn’t take her long to reach the location of his home.
She waits patiently at the borders, wary of the perimeter. She knows he will come soon, her smell should remind him easily of that night, and so she simply stands and lingers.
word count: 335 | tags: 愛 S I D D E H 愛 | notes: i saw what he said to meta and nixxy got curious. xD
