It was a sudden regret, an emotion she didn’t feel often. Tugging upon the veins of her caged heart, it was a lonely world in the Throat- not many like her with a naked form of no weaponry. She longed for a special attribute, to become what her mother was, in all her hybrid beauty. Instead, she was born like this curved Arabic and mustang heritage born pure un-barred by the burden of wings or horns; what would normally be resented was embraced as a gift- but she didn’t see it as such. It was a curse to be different.

Gently, she turned to gaze upon her possibly puzzled companion of the night; thankful yet guilty for his gift of company she offered a rare, gentle grin as he spoke. Indeed it was his job as a protector, a skilled warrior to defend those of his herd. It was respectful, and noted to his concern.


"Indeed, it is." Words were soft, as she turned to gaze upon all his glory, her alabaster legs glittering under the shimmering rays of moon light dancing between the thin narrow clouds. Perhaps, the only reason the fire steed had followed her was not out of curiosity, but duty. She snorted, gently doing her best to dismiss the thought, swallowing her blunt motions and giving a graceful nod in recognition.

She was just as captivated, if not confused to why he was here. Why of all nights did he have to show up, and stop her attempt to escape the clutch of those who despised her frothy attempt to keep Hector to herself? She did not know, but wanted too- she wanted to spill out her heart to this stallion of mystery, that she hardly knew; perhaps it was because she had no one- no- it was because she had no one. Nothing but the notions of her mother’s voice; who seemed to be absent this evening, lingered on her mind- as she gazed over Hector; studying his body, his embrace in the world.

"I’m sorry, I’m not used to kind, company.” She said softly, awkwardly, eyes beaming with satisfaction and a misunderstood shyness to stand so close to one such as him. As if he was a god himself, she took pride in his company, in his protection. "Do you ever wonder, why I tried to steal you away Hector?” Words spoke laced with toxic curiosity, blue eyes flickering to meet his own depths; she had no idea what she had done would be so resented, but it was all in good fun before she had even considered dancing in the desert.

She walked up to him slowly, a playful spark alight in her eyes as her muzzle extended to his own rustic lips, a whisper fluttering off her tongue. "Fun.” Sultry, the little seductress smiled, knowing it was more than fun- after all it was he who stole her the day they met; right?
@[Hector]