[PRP] Drag you deeper (Samsara and Rosiotti)

[Revolutionary Roniel]

A week had passed and Samsara waited. During that week much had happened. She had killed her largest prey yet, a beautiful stag with a head full of antlers. She had been proud of that kill. She still could remember the feeling of his heart beat slowing and then stopping while her jaws remained clamped to his neck. She had feasted for several days upon the meat until it lost its savor and she hunted again.

During her week she had spent some time wondering what would be the outcome of her "prince's" mission. She had never learned his name so in her mind she called him the idiot prince, or just prince for short. He had seemed quite captivated by her when she had last seen him but he was so foolish that he could have been distracted by a butterfly and forgotten all about it.

She stood at the bank of a shallow lake to wait for him. She knew it was shallow because she had waded in to get a drink and the water had never made it past her knees. It was strange, though. From the angle she stood the surface of the water looked black. She could see no reflection of the sky on its surface and no indication of its bottom. It looked like an empty void of space and water, descending down into the bowels of the earth. A pit of darkness waiting beside her at this meeting point. It was strangely fitting. She would drag her foolish prince deeper into that darkness.  

[Celestial Requiem]

Samsara was partially right. He had gotten distracted, but not by a butterfly. Shortly after parting ways with the skinwalker he had been dead set on finding that fiery stallion. He'd spent the remainder of that day, and even part of the next, looking for him. But Rosi was the sort of stallion who demanded an immediate reward for his efforts and when he saw neither hide nor hair of the unicorn he got quite frustrated and gave up. Of course, it was his every intention to find him later. He was too invested in showing this skinwalker that he could handle her challenge. It was just that he had gotten a bit caught up in figuring out what to do with himself now that he'd sworn off chasing women. He really didn't know anything else.

But now that his week was nearly up he suddenly realize that he needed to kick his search into high gear. He had to find him, he had to fight him and he had to get back Samsara's pendant to prove himself. Earning the respect of a skinwalker would be the ultimate boost to his already enormous ego. Of course, in her eyes he was only make more of a fool of himself, but as long as he didn't know that his quest would continue.

He raced through the forest, practically looking behind every tree and checking every square inch in search of the unicorn. And when he had reach the very edge of the woods and galloped out into an open field he was beginning to lose interest again. What if the stallion had moved on and was miles away now? Rosi would never be able to find him. This was hopeless and the winged stallion was beginning to wonder why he even cared about finding the other when something caught his attention form the corner of his eye. Stepping out of the woods not too far from him was that blasted unicorn stallion he'd been wasting so much time looking for. He couldn't help but let a wicked grin curl onto his face.  

[Revolutionary Roniel]

Samsara waited. She wasn't pleased with waiting and she was soon pacing with impatience. Had she misjudged him? Had he turned coward and forgotten his promise to her? That was frustrating. She walked up and down the banks of the shallow lake and on one cycle she spooked a rabbit fro a clump of bushes nearby. Without hesitation she bounded after the rabbit and soon was tearing into it. Bones crunched between her teeth and she greedily ate of the warm flesh. It was delicious and tender, but all too soon it was gone.

Once she had finished eating she stepped back out into the lake again to rinse the blood from her mouth and legs. If she was splattered with blood when the stallion arrived it would be much harder to convince him that she was a harmless little kitten. Fortunately, the meal settled her mood and she was once more calmly waiting. Sun down was approaching. If he didn't come soon then he wouldn't come at all.  

[Celestial Requiem]

He wasn't really sure how it all happened, but he was now watching the unicorn stallion stumble off as fast as his wounded body would allow. Rosiotti's face and legs were spattered with enough blood to make the survival of the other stallion questionable. And while he felt like he should feel horrible for possibly causing the death of another Soquili, a part of him was pleased with it. He felt strong. Powerful. In control. And for all his avoidance of conflict it turned out he was a decent enough fighter to mortally wound this stallion that had supposedly stolen something from a skinwalker. Something that he hadn't actually found on him at all. Big surprise.

He didn't even bother to think that he had probably just attacked an innocent. He didn't care. After the betrayal of his loved one he didn't care about being the cool, suave....weak stallion that he had been. It was time for a new chapter in his life and if this was it then so be it. He just didn't care any more.

And now, with the stallion out of sight and the sunlight quickly fading, it was time to return to the lake. As he made his way there he wondered over her reaction to the still missing pendant. She would probably feign saddness and continue her little ruse. What would she ask him to do then? Or would she just leave him? She could always just show her true colors and attack him then and there. It didn't really matter. He would deal with whatever it was when it happened. As silently as his cat-like qualities would allow, he crept to the edge of the lake toward Samsara and spoke with sarcasm thick in his voice, "It would seem that your pendant is gone forever."  

[Revolutionary Roniel]

It was a rare stallion that could surprise Samsara. She had been so busy wondering whether he would show up that she hadn't been paying attention when he had. When she heard his voice she spun around with teeth bared. "What?!" she snapped. She wasn't snapping at him because she cared at all about the imaginary pendant, of course not. She was snapping because she didn't like being surprised.

Belatedly she tried to sooth her expression but she couldn't manage it completely. Her lips still curled down in an angry frown and her eyes were slitted. She tooth a breath and then, after catching a scent in the air, another. Blood. He was splattered with blood, and most of it was not his own.

"You..." she hissed. "You found him?"  

[Celestial Requiem]

He hardly batted a lash at her snapping. The only movements he really made were the twitch of his tail and a slight smirk creeping onto his face. She'd lost her cool, shown just a bit of her true nature and now she couldn't go back to the game she was playing. This made things interesting. How was she going to go about this now? She certainly couldn't continue to be the innocent victim any more, she was too agitated for that. And he certainly wasn't going to help her mood. It took everything he had not to circle her like some sort of prey. Best not to tempt her now that she'd let her skinwalker attitude slip a bit.

"I found your little unicorn. He didn't put up much of a fight. Hard to believe he could pose a threat to someone like you, really." He couldn't hold back the sound of amusement in his voice. The whole situation was really quite amusing to him, though why he really couldn't explain. He could very well end up dead by the end of this but even that amused him.
 

[Revolutionary Roniel]

He was far too casual for this encounter. He had been casual the first time but this was different. Now she wanted him to fear her. She wanted to hurt him and to drive that fear into him like a nail. She longed to draw her pelt around her and to become a panther to sink her claws into him. That was the sort of hatred that a skinwalker could drown in... but she reigned herself in this time.

"Even I have to sleep, you know," she told him with only a little bit of bite. She eyed him once more. "That blood isn't yours. You hurt him?" That she was pleased about. He had been an innocent fool when she had met him but now he was bloodstained.  

[Celestial Requiem]

"Well, I do come from a family of fighters. I guess it's in my genes." He smirked smugly, glad that she seemed pleased. It gave him a bit of a rush. He was like a pup retrieving a stick for his master. Thankfully he didn't see things that way otherwise he might have regretted this whole thing and reverted back to his weak self. Instead he saw himself as more of a dark knight. A proper dark knight, one fighting for the side of "evil." It felt strangely right. Well...maybe just a bit wrong, but he suppressed that feeling as best he could. With time it would fade, he was sure, "Of course, he didn't put up much of a fight, like I said. So I could be complete rubbish for all I know."  

[Revolutionary Roniel]

She felt her bloodlust cautiously dying down. He would be more interesting alive, she repeated to herself. She wouldn't waste all her work by killing him off. He was showing such promise, too. He was transforming before her very eyes into a creature far greater than the pathetic fool he had been when she had met him only a week ago.

"There is only one way to test your fighting skills, you know," she murmured at him. "And the unicorn was not the only one to have stolen something of mine." The way she said it was slightly teasing. He wasn't fooled anymore. There wasn't much point in keeping up pretenses.  

[Celestial Requiem]

Rosiotti wasn't sure how to feel about her shifting attitude. It made him just a bit uncomfortable, put him on edge. Not the jumpy, nervous kind of on-edge, more like the heightened senses, watching her every move for signs of an attack on-edge. It was a strange feeling, to be so tense and ready to fight rather than flee for a change. He was almost relishing the sensation, actually. He didn't feel so worthless any more, quite the opposite really. It made him feel powerful, like he could take down Samsara in spite of her sharp teeth and claws. Not that he would. Why try to destroy the thing that was making him feel so much better?

"Is that so? What was it this time, a flutter take your bracelet?" Of course that wasn't it, she wasn't playing any more and he knew that. But just because he was a bit tense didn't mean he wasn't going to be obnoxiously facetious. That was too hard wired into his being to be rid of so easily.