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05-20-2015, 10:38 AM
All she does is smile and stand there. He does not exactly understand this. What the fuck was smiling and standing there doing for either of them? He quietly wondered if she had any wits or acted stupid to get stallions. It's beyond frustrating, and truly he just wants to take her right here and right now. The idea of challenging her for her freedom, forcing her to become his prisoner, is a great idea (at least for him). She'd have no choice but to follow him around. His expression remained hard, as if demanding she gives him what is rightfully his by his logic. Her. On the inside, however, he is grinning like the Cheshire Cat, a hungry and excited cat.
What she doesn't understand, is that beneath this gentleman exterior (which he currently has in place, just imagine him with no holding back with facades) is a demon. Keeping this demon waiting is the wrong choice. She will learn this soon.
Caleb doesn't care about words, he's never been a word-guy. This mare is only talk, though. He wonders if when he attacks her and officially makes her his, if she'll still want a conversation, if she'll still want to act innocent, still want to make him wait further. The demon is attracted to innocence, and she's setting herself up and she doesn't even know it. Maybe the dark titan is wandering into the trap she's set up, but it is almost certain her trap won't do anything for her. Caleb will never give her enough trust to give her the chance to shatter it, nor will he ever love her.
"My name is not important, and neither is yours," for what I have in mind, he wanted to add, but he didn't really feel like chasing her if she runs away. Truthfully, he was not up for the chase. She quietly shuffled so her side faced him. Finally! She was going to give him what he wanted. His eyes devoured her form (mostly her ass area), as he stepped towards her, his muzzle lingering close to her hindquarters. He had been feet away, then inches, now centimeters. Then suddenly, his muzzle and cheek began to sting. His eyes look for the culprit of the sting and find that his toy had hit him. A fury ignited within him. She innocently turns back to face him. His ears pinned flat against his ebony mane. He has adopted a stance that is solely to prepare to attack. His snake-like tails writhes wildly behind him, snapping back and forth with anger. The wings that had been calmly at his side came open with a whoosh sound. His wings are huge. He needs large wings to be able to carry his large form, but his are almost too big. It honestly, just makes him more intimidating. If she didn't have the idea that he was getting what he wanted, she was clearly stupid. She could be with him willingly or he'll challenge her.
@[Rexanna]
What she doesn't understand, is that beneath this gentleman exterior (which he currently has in place, just imagine him with no holding back with facades) is a demon. Keeping this demon waiting is the wrong choice. She will learn this soon.
Caleb doesn't care about words, he's never been a word-guy. This mare is only talk, though. He wonders if when he attacks her and officially makes her his, if she'll still want a conversation, if she'll still want to act innocent, still want to make him wait further. The demon is attracted to innocence, and she's setting herself up and she doesn't even know it. Maybe the dark titan is wandering into the trap she's set up, but it is almost certain her trap won't do anything for her. Caleb will never give her enough trust to give her the chance to shatter it, nor will he ever love her.
"My name is not important, and neither is yours," for what I have in mind, he wanted to add, but he didn't really feel like chasing her if she runs away. Truthfully, he was not up for the chase. She quietly shuffled so her side faced him. Finally! She was going to give him what he wanted. His eyes devoured her form (mostly her ass area), as he stepped towards her, his muzzle lingering close to her hindquarters. He had been feet away, then inches, now centimeters. Then suddenly, his muzzle and cheek began to sting. His eyes look for the culprit of the sting and find that his toy had hit him. A fury ignited within him. She innocently turns back to face him. His ears pinned flat against his ebony mane. He has adopted a stance that is solely to prepare to attack. His snake-like tails writhes wildly behind him, snapping back and forth with anger. The wings that had been calmly at his side came open with a whoosh sound. His wings are huge. He needs large wings to be able to carry his large form, but his are almost too big. It honestly, just makes him more intimidating. If she didn't have the idea that he was getting what he wanted, she was clearly stupid. She could be with him willingly or he'll challenge her.
@[Rexanna]
