Well, I think we reached hell hot. Just in time for a few chilling water games. The golden body trembled, wanting to drag the filly into the depths with him. Yet, there was a deal in the making. Hard terms, with smooth sounds. Oh he had plead it to her ears, letting it slip in like honey, just exactly what she would want. Yes, exactly what this wounded girl wanted. To be kissed, and worshipped. To tease and be teased. This fire child didn’t want roses and poems, she wanted to feel and forget, and that’s just what she’ll get. Lips meet and their hot breaths mingle and heat the sensitive skin. Sweet breathe of spring grasses and morning flowers floated about and he smiled all the more as those sugar lips dropped like a death sentence. She thought he was hers. Her golden boy, but watch out child, that agreement will last only as long as it suits its creator.

For now, it will indeed suit. The golden son could get some satisfaction of this runaway’s desires, and then he’ll call if ever he wanted. Would he answer her? If his social calendar was open, perhaps. Right now it was short enough to write on a grain of rice, so the golden boy would play along. And play they would. Her sweet maw rubbed up his face, and he tolerated the intense attention. The golden hide liked the touch, but the body wanted something a little faster paced. The time for hot touches and slow moves was passing. The clear ocean waters would freeze such moves, and this was not about to be an ice show. So time to heat it up a little more with some speed baby.

The dirty girl likes to play games though. Harks lifted at her high pitched child’s giggle, and then lay back as she nips his forelock. Earth eyes sharpen and watch as filly flicks and prances out of the water with a sass of a two year old. Spanish head raises as he studies her. Watching as another laugh rolls off her and across the waves. She rears with a playful taunt. Payback. Foreleg stamps and a resounded snort echos in his chest. Well, did he not warn his own self this child was…well, a tinge off? A bit crazy? It wasn’t wise to take it far with this one. Oh the heat of the day was growing so intense. Damn that girl for leaving the water. Body was moving to his baseless, primal desires and he wanted her attentions to remain, but she was calling him from the water which it also desired. As another wave crashes over him, just reaching his barrel the golden son, with greater tension, rises from the shallows and walks towards the fire vixen.

Payback is a curious thing, for it eludes to completeness, but promises no end. With harks back and buried under vanilla locks the twin horned head rises above her’s which she carries with such sway. Remember dear son she thinks she’s won you over. Oh, but don’t you forget, you’ve gotten just want you’ve wanted too. So payback is a curious thing, and never expect this brute to let it pass unanswered. Her horn was promised, but as she flicked her tail about with such careless sass the glass feathers in her tail ring against each other. Gold dusted eyes pay them only a mere glance before his lips match hers in a smirk.

Gold head dips to meet hers, gold meeting red. The time for such caresses is long gone though. He leans into her, pushing against her good should but keeps walking steadily own down her body. When the lion tail whips across her chest he stops. The thick golden neck lowers and pauses. “Payback” Tassled tail whips across her front with more force as he moves to reach for one of the crystalline feathers. Teeth bared seize the cord attaching one to the other nine. They saw at it for only a moment before the twine snaps. It drops to the sands, but dark lips are quick to seize it back up. Limbs fly into action. As soon as the single glass feather is released from the others the golden boy lungs from the girl’s side. Thranduil still grips the feather from its cord by his teeth as he canters from her. Then hooves slam on breaks when he is but a few yards behind her. Back hinds dig into the gold sands with fly about as if thrown by the wind. Head twists and forelegs jump from their path to turn the golden body around. Coming back up from behind her the golden son nickers between closed teeth which hold the tenth glass feather. Racing up from behind her he knocks her side with the horned head as he passed, then kicks up his hinds as he reaches her front. It was not aimed to hit, but to toss a bit of sand at the child in a scolding. Down the sand ridden beach the golden boy races with the glass feather in his maw. Harks listening to hear her slid out after him if she will. If not? Then he’ll have to convince her, which would not be a hard task. Yes, payback is a curious thing. You feel like a superior winner, but its all a game, you'll never win with that. Yet the golden boy loves games. So let the games at last begin.




OOC :: Permission given by Abishia/Wild to take one of her glass feathers from Abishia's tail.
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