Eaglecrest: We continue ; For Laloma

Laloma, if he knew of you - ah, well - it is best that he does not. Indeed already, he is arrested by her quality, enamored (amused) by the regularity of her calm as it shifts against his skin like a great rolling tide. She hides it, rearing back from him with a quickening of angst, anger burning in those unseeing eyes. But he knows, he knows. He looks to her, a smile draped against those charming features (unneeded but still, there) as he steps again to her, momentarily the snake in the grass that creeps, lurking in her instep. He presses the heady scent of him against the curl of her windswept mind ; pressing without touching, there. He is the monster, hidden in the closet of her dreamscape, appealing to her nature; to this nature of change that has so embraced her, caressed her, tenderized her as well as snarled her in thorn. He murmurs a welcoming of warmth against her jaw, purple eyes glancing into her own, mildly curious in the blank gauze of their gaze. They have always interested him, the blind wandering, they who know the world by another name. And she, she has been touched by another, by him (oh he knows, darling, he is aware, now) and it is this knowledge of her curse-hood that draws him ; the roar of his quiet listless against her own. There is a seduction in the way he drapes his hoof-fall against the curve of the earth beside her, the angle of his flank soft against her own, the shoulder of him half-pressed (half-breathed) in amongst her timid frame ; alarmingly so.

When he speaks again, it is a whisper against her ear - cold.

“Lies, darling, lies.”

His breath, hot against her flesh, cradles her as He could never, would not - do. Of course, he does not know, but ah - Laloma, it matters little. He has forsaken you, upon glancing. Odin, he does not care, will not care - ever. You are to him a rare delicacy trapped in yearning ire, desperate for mare-hood. And he, this peculiar minion of your former, will receive upon you that wish - however unpleased.

“I will not leave you.”

A promise, a threat, all intertwined.