Entwined

Glacia

Bright eyes watched the smaller stud from the safety of distance and my protector between us. I study him critically, Selene moving up my neck to watch from my pole. I move my head upwards gently, before slipping it over Rikyn's rump to rest my head. I wouldn't move unless he did. In all, it was a fairly odd picture. My eyes are drawn downwards however, the blood I had caused dripping downwards to create something beautiful. I want to stomp it. He doesn't deserve to make beautiful things with the wound I provided. The stallion mutters something about apologies, and disgruntled I snort. He says something else, but fury still burns in my belly, and I don't care what it was. I had no curiosity for the poisoned words of a disgusting mad man. 

As he turns to go, I too notice the white on his rump. But I was ready to go. My head lifted from my lovers rump, and I turn to leave as well. It seemed Rikyn had other ideas however, and he address's the man once more. I resist the urge to groan in displeasure. Why? What does it matter what fucking language he is speaking Rikyn? My head turns sharply, and my ears pin back towards him. But I am not eager to go off by myself again, So I return to Rikyn's side, head lowered to watch the now embarrassed man. What would he say? Despite my anger, I might as well wait and see. With disdain I waited, my wet tail swishing back and forth against my body, and likely hitting Rikyn as well. So what. He too was on my shit list.

"Talk."

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