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 Posted: Sun Mar 06, 2011 7:59 pm
Sophia turned her head to the side, ears perking up as the small breeze played with the tips of her curls. The night was near; it had been a cloudy day, and the trees of the large forest she was in seemed to block out more light than she had anticipated. Shadows crept along beneath their twisted boughs, the leaves rustled and sang an eerie lullaby to her nervous ears. She tried to will herself to relax, to banish the heat within her body, to kepp her wings from flinching in anticipation. But she couldn't banish the faint smell on the wind.
The smell of HIM.
He was the strongest, craziest, most devious stallion she had ever met. The first time she had been hunted by him, she had truly thought that he would kill her. She had tried to fight her way out, tried to show that she held no fear. But he had only played with her, like a cat plays with a mouse. And then he had set her free, with the unspoken promise of return. And thus the games had begun--he had found her at random times, following her in the shadows like some phantom. Each time she had been afraid, had wanted to fight--but now, even as she smelled him on the wind, she felt a new feeling in her chest. A burning, a yearning, something that she hated yet could not deny. She hated that stallion, yet even now she was searching for his eyes in the shadows. Yes, she would run from him--but he would catch her. He always did.
She tried to clear her head, lifting her neck in a sophisticated manner and continuing along under the trees, her heart beating wildly. She didn't like this, yet at the same time, loved it. She wondered if he'd truly show on this night, or if her head was playing games on her. Besides, it wasn't abnormal for her to see and hear things.
She looked behind her, eyes searching the shadows, yet she saw nothing. However, she picked up her pace, wondering if there was a place to find shelter.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 12:53 pm
Oh he watched her, stalked her in the shadows, in the day when the sun was high in the sky it gave him such a rush he couldn't contain himself as he grinned wickedly to himself, eyes following the little winged mare.
Her scent taunted him.
She had more fight, more spunk than any he cared to remember, and that list was small and few. Generally no one lasted in his mind, his memory of another could and generally was wiped clean and left blank if he ever had the unfortunate chance of meeting with them again.
But she'd stood up to him, fought against him even when she knew she was going to lose the battle she'd still tried. That sort of spice left a tingle on his sense that he was growing to enjoy now, it was a wonderful game of cat and mouse, and he simply couldn't wait to gobble her up one day, his rows of razor teeth bared in a snarl.
Heavens help any who got to close to her though, he wasn't generally far away. Though he did leave her on days on end simply to keep things interesting but now, it was time for a good chat...His tail flickered behind him, poised and ready to strike.
She seemed to be coming right at him, like a fly into a spiders web.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 7:11 pm
Sophia picked her way slowly, yet it seemed that her heart sped with each step. She tried to calm herself, telling herself that nothing ever got her so excited. She was the hunter, not the hunted! She could never be dominated, for she was better than all!
But even that small thought was dust in her mind, for she knew that Lucius was more than a match for her. He could break her neck with one tiny jerk, could rip her belly open with his horns, could stop her heart in seconds with that poisonous barb. Yet still she wanted him, wanted to feel his warm body, wanted to feel her own skin shiver when he threatened her. Perhaps it was the danger that she longed for, the excitement of living on the edge knowing that any moment with him could be her last. Even though her mind pulsed with anticipation, she was far from real fear. Her only real fear now was that he'd decide he was bored with her, and then she would be done with.
She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she did not realize that the path had darkened considerably ahead of her, and that out of that darkness, two large eyes glowed a venomous yellow. It was too late when she stopped, her wingtips shivering, as she slowly twisted her head up, taking in the dangerous teeth and horns.
"You..." she whispered, in no real tone at all except amazement. Her head wings swiveled back in defiance, and she bared her small white teeth, though of course she was no match for his power.
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