Rainforest Cliffs
Glacia
His words are sick, and suggest something. Something I am not comfortable with. His gaze, it lands on my body, so openly brazen and wanting. But I was far from willing. My stance never changed, as he pleaded that I was safe with him. He wouldn't hurt me, he just wanted me to feel good. I scoff."That is rather presumptuous don't you think?" I was used to gazes. I had them since I was a young filly. But he looked at me like a man looked at a lover. Like I had said yes. He looked at me like Rhoa did, and like Rikyn did on many occasions. I wasn't having it. Maybe, in a different situation and if he just backed off. Maybe if his body wasn't so ragged and worn. After all, you could see the looks of a handsome stallion. But it had been worn away, leaving a gaunt shell. Like my father.
In fact the stallion looked much like him. And I wondered, did he make it through? Did he still breath after our gods had perished?
The approaching stallions final words return my attention to him. Rest easy? "I don't need scum like you touching me!" My words are sharp, harsh and cruel. I am a woman swinging with a knife at a man who kept coming. I didn't want his touch. I refused.
And despite him saying he was at my mercy, and putting himself in a position where he looked harmless I lunged. Powerful jaws snapping for flesh, and the taste of blood, and a young owl hissing and shrieking. His eyes may burn for my body, but mine burned for his blood on the floor.
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