Entwined

Tamlin he sows in blood He was too lost in his burning desire to properly hear her words. And had he done, he would not have cared. Presumptuous? Perhaps. But in this state of mind he knew no boundaries and feared no consequences. He thought himself irresistible or, at the very least, highly desirable. His ritual made him out of touch with reality and sluggish, a slave to his sexual instincts was he in this moment. However, this beauty before him was not charmed. Her sharp tongue made it clear that she was not going to be soothed or persuaded by his sweet words or his non-threatening pose. But even if every sign told him she would not tolerate him coming any closer Tamlin kept coming and he paid the price… She came at him, teeth bared and he could not parry her attack, much less escape it. He only had time to pin his ears and brace for the pain. Her teeth hit their mark - they pinned his black skin between them - pinching, tearing. She would most likely come away with a mouthful of hair and dried mud. He turned in her grip, feeling his skin rip open. He kicked out with his hind legs. There was no chance of him hitting her with his right hoof, but maybe the left would land on one of her knees. The bushes and leaves rained down droplets of tepid water on him, washing away some of the grime covering his body. His rump and tail regained some whiteness and his coat turned from dull charcoal to shining black. The rusty red layer of dried blood on his horn dissolved and for a moment he almost looked like his former self when his eyes lit up from the sharpness of the pain he felt. Blood dropped from the wound the mare’s teeth had ripped open - coloring his neck dark crimson. She was a vision in her anger - powerful and unyielding. Tamlin still felt very much attracted to her, but there was something else; a strong pull that he was unsure stemmed entirely from his lust. It was a feeling out of the ordinary, but he blamed it on the heated situation.

@Glacia