Albrecht

Everything seems to be going so well. The mares ears come up, her skin quivers where he breathes against and eventually touches her, and her breath catches audibly in her throat, coming out in an uneven stutter. She shares her name with him, Sabia, and he opens his mouth to willingly give her his, a rare gesture of commonality from him, but then suddenly - inexplicably - she’s pulling away, the whites of her eyes glistening in a crescent moon of fear around the aquamarine of her irises. The stallion pauses as she speaks again, his brows furrowing at her suggestion of leaving.

‘Not leave.’ His companion frets from the back of his mind, the young python loathe to miss out on this new feeling of excitement and unknown. The stallions ears plane out to either side in conflict. He knows what she's saying - 'no I do not want your dirty dong inside me thank you very much' in laymans terms - and what the right answer to this is, but he's not sure that the right thing to do is what he really wants to do. He's no gentleman anymore, no leader or role model, but his conscience squirms at the thought of rape, a violent crime that he once adamantly condemned others for and a considerably large step up from the petty annoyances of disrespect and dishonesty that he's grown accustomed to perpetrating since setting hoof in Helovia.

"Are you sure?" He prods her, stalling for time, though time to think or time to coerce he's not sure. 'Magic?' His companion shyly suggests, his earlier enthusiasm curbed somewhat by the feelings of anxiety and shame, something else entirely new to him, sloshing back and forth across their shared consciousness. 'Not hurt...' He justifies, conjuring an image of the various animals his bonded has charmed for him over the past few weeks. They all stare back at the stallion with trusting, dewy eyes, no fear or unhappiness in their remembered gaze right up to the moment that Stroms needle lined jaws latch on and drag them into an embrace of death. Still, the stallion hesitates.

'Old habits are hard to break,' he tells his companion, neither condoning nor condemning the pythons suggestion. Instead he quiets his thoughts, allowing the scent of the mare, ballooning in the air around him from her heightened emotion, to fill his lungs. He leans toward her again, taking up any space she may have created between their two bodies by sidestepping, and closes his conflicted eyes for the briefest of moments.

'Albrecht the King is dead,' he silently affirms. 'The world that he lived in is no more. The beliefs that he held are lain waste. Albrecht the Deposed is a criminal, a heathen, a monster.' He didn't choose the title or the hatred, but he refuses to live in shame and he will not waste his final years believing in something he's seen to be false with his own two eyes.

The warmth at his side disappears and he assumes that the mare is moving away, making her escape in his relative stillness. His emerald eyes open, the conflict in them resolved, or at least shoved away from his immediate thoughts, only cold determination shining outward. "You're right Labia." He intentionally misnames her, a self-serving smile trickling across his features as he arches his neck, gathering the energy and intention of his ability around him like a rising wave. "I do need you." His voice drops harshly as he focuses on shoving the metaphysical wave of magic over and across the mare, hoping to drown out any resistant free will she might harbor in those fearful eyes.

"Don't you want to stay and help me?" He questions rhetorically, so sure of his abilities now that he doesn't even wait for her reply before reaching over her folded wing to press his muzzle against her withers, to drag his worn teeth down the length of her spine. He steps backward, slipping along her side and flank, across the folded layers of her wing, and presses his bearded chin to the top of her pelvis, the auburn hair of his beard trailing across her rose grey hide like a final warning that she has no hope of heeding.



"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'

OOC // @Sabia Alby uses [ Magic: LightxSpark | Ability to stimulate pleasure centers of brain inducing attraction/affection. ] with permission from Mouse via PM. Mild power-play due to the above, but I'm willing to change anything you're uncomfortable with, just send me a PM.