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Her enchanting musk rose easily into greedy nostrils and they fluttered madly, testosterone binding his senses, causing his long stride to swagger and stop. The second her song fell from his captivated ears, it was missed and he craved its melody horribly, to drown out the almost suffocating silence as it expanded through the star-speckled atmosphere once more. She was so beautiful, strange,
wild, standing there beneath the soft glow of moon-wash. Haunting gaze trapped him, luring him closer, still brighter than the vast blue of a clear summer day; and for a moment he thought he might fall forward- fire-red tendrils snapping audibly behind to balance.
Veci sneered unkindly, none too pleased by the sudden intoxication of his tempted companion, but the stallion failed to notice.
Copper flecked wings jiggled by his flanks, the heat generating beneath pulling sweat to spoil his coat. Hector had been lonely over the years. Couples seemed constantly to form around him, though never had he found any who compared to Daenerys. She had been but a fleeting joy in his life; their children now barely a whisper of fond memory.
The stallion sighed deeply, fervently, tasting the air surrounding Morana and revelling in the brilliance of her charming reality. The sound of her voice, soft and tantalizing drew him a step closer and though the air began quickly to chill in absence of the burning sun, a sweat broke suddenly then across his powerful neck.
"Beyond our borders?" He questioned obliviously, concerned only that some harm might come to one so precious
outside. In a show of affection, rare in itself, he reached to meet her nose if she would allow it; tangerine eyes passing briefly across the crimson tear aglow by her breast.
"I should come!" He bristled before her, flaunting a gloriously crafted physique and raised ostentatiously his enormous wings into a vast stretch. Surely she would feel secure in his vigilant company.
As she came forward, Hector lowered his demonstration, wondering if she would flinch from an advance. He dared not startle her though; so petite beside him, so elusive,
willow the wisp. His narrow cupped ears flickered as she spoke again, and his twice-horned face danced left and right as he sought to assure her.
"You intrigue me mare." He remarked bluntly, with a soldier’s brutish grace.
"What exactly was your plan?" Morana had built for herself an ungainly reputation and many eyes were set upon her, mistrustful and loathing; but Hector had swayed across the line of righteousness for the first time in his life, desperate to figure out the reason lurking in her mysterious mind.
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