A single pale ear curved away from its companion, my eyes trailed its lead. A small smile crept onto my features, and my anxiety settled somewhat. The stallion that approached is one I know. It's a faded memory, a wisp of my childhood where he was present. A dainty, gangly creature that I had used as a lab rat. But he is dainty and gangly no longer.
As he neared me, his crimson colored eyes swept my flank, a twinge of anxiety pouring back into my senses. He looked at me differently than he did in our youth, his gaze was hungry, one of a predators. I took a tentative step back, studying his own frame. He is tall, taller than myself by more than what I am comfortable with. His body is scarred, whilst my own pelt is free of those imperfections. …show more content…
I aimed to use my femininity to its fullest extent. After all, who would dare to hurt a [i]lady[/i]? "You have aged well," I whispered, eyeing the blood colored dragon above our heads. The creature seemed ravenous, but it left as soon as Volterra declared himself my opponent.
I rolled my shoulders back, tucked my head and braced for the attack he had in mind. I was anxious, fear coursed through my body when I saw him come closer. He attacked in a flurry of black pelt and sweat. Before I knew it his chest was against mine, knocking the air from my lungs in a thick haze of smoke. I gasped for air, simultaneously sliding back as he plowed into me. I understood that he would be a capable opponent, but I was not prepared for him to be so directly forceful. My '[i]act like a lady[/i],' technique did not work as well as I had hoped.
As my chest ached and I struggled to regain my breath, I felt his teeth sink into the right side of my neck. This pain was different from the blunt force that spread through my chest, this pain stung. I gasped sharply, holding back tears as I was sure his bite was drawing blood. My wound couldn't burn that badly and [i]not[/i] bleed. But the pain he inflicted upon me was what I had asked for. This would be the price I pay to ensure the safety of my
As he neared me, his crimson colored eyes swept my flank, a twinge of anxiety pouring back into my senses. He looked at me differently than he did in our youth, his gaze was hungry, one of a predators. I took a tentative step back, studying his own frame. He is tall, taller than myself by more than what I am comfortable with. His body is scarred, whilst my own pelt is free of those imperfections. …show more content…
I aimed to use my femininity to its fullest extent. After all, who would dare to hurt a [i]lady[/i]? "You have aged well," I whispered, eyeing the blood colored dragon above our heads. The creature seemed ravenous, but it left as soon as Volterra declared himself my opponent.
I rolled my shoulders back, tucked my head and braced for the attack he had in mind. I was anxious, fear coursed through my body when I saw him come closer. He attacked in a flurry of black pelt and sweat. Before I knew it his chest was against mine, knocking the air from my lungs in a thick haze of smoke. I gasped for air, simultaneously sliding back as he plowed into me. I understood that he would be a capable opponent, but I was not prepared for him to be so directly forceful. My '[i]act like a lady[/i],' technique did not work as well as I had hoped.
As my chest ached and I struggled to regain my breath, I felt his teeth sink into the right side of my neck. This pain was different from the blunt force that spread through my chest, this pain stung. I gasped sharply, holding back tears as I was sure his bite was drawing blood. My wound couldn't burn that badly and [i]not[/i] bleed. But the pain he inflicted upon me was what I had asked for. This would be the price I pay to ensure the safety of my