Instability [Tamira]

Instability [Tamira]

Tamira Posts: 60

Deceased

Mare :: Equine :: 15.2 hh :: 6 (ages in Orangemoon)

RayoDeSoleil

#10

11-03-2012, 11:39 PM (This post was last modified: 11-05-2012, 12:18 AM by Tamira.)

I must admit, I was surprised at his candor. From my silent prison I had watched as this kind and gentle stallion had won the weakling's affection and, apparently, trust, as she had tried to warn him of my appearance. I had not expected to be confronted with such a willing companion, but it certainly made things easier. In a way, it was disappointing - I always enjoy a challenge, after all - but at the same time, I was pleased. I knew that the clock was ticking, my time in the spotlight winding down. And so my mind sped on, despite the shiver that ran down my spine at his touch, despite the electricity coursing through my veins. It was the only way to keep control this constant concentration, and I was hard-put to manage it.

We danced around each other, each trying to claim the upper hand. The gentle touches were like a drug, and I worked hard to keep my hold on the power. "Well, darling," I said in response to his rather straightforward comments, "I am not one to play games." I knew that my eyes, twinkling with merry mischief, would betray my statement as false; but I also knew that the emotion there would hide the undercurrent of cruelty that runs through my veins. For a moment I was grateful for the effect that this fine steed was having on me. It was a heady feeling, and I was almost giddy. But I'd have to work harder to accomplish my goal.

His words tickled my ear, and I flicked it to rid myself of the feeling; shaking my head, I sent my silken mane flying. A flirtatious smile graced my maw as I continued our lazy waltz, circling around to brush against his body again. It was a perplexing question that he posed: I did not have a name separate from the weakling. I had never been given a choice in the matter, and no one that she has come across as yet has understood that we share the body. They assume she becomes possessed. None had thought to ask my name. "If you would like to call me something other than Tamira, do let me know what kind of name you come up with," I told him sweetly, relaying the question back to him. If he chose a name for me, then perhaps that would be the one I would keep.

[W/C | 407]

Website Find