She watches, body bristling slightly.

Here he comes, that selfish, arrogant, cocky asswipe, who thought she was his, and no one else's. He struts towards her, his handsome face smiling ever so wryly, as if he had won the lottery, and was simply being smug about it.

He approaches, making a move to rub the side of her face. Surprisingly, she doesn't budge; he's quite surprised. Normally, she would writhe from his touch, a dolphin not quite in love with the eel. He becomes even more surprised when she returns the gesture; her helm is smooth like polished porcelain, her white fur short and oh so soft. He finds himself flinching slightly from the rather pleasurable sensation.

Without a word, she walks not even turning to him - he follows, of course. It was only natural to chase what you couldn't have, to try and grab it, capture it, put it in a pretty little jar and call it yours. She doesn't seem to be in any rush to get away however; she keeps an even pace, confidence in every step.

They walk all the way to the Playground, and she leaps from rock to rock, him following in pursuit. She turns to him, rearing and nodding in excitement. She's looking to play, and he's her playmate.

He likes this sudden change in attitude towards him.

They play, they flirt. They dance and run, adrenaline, and a certain sense of victory creasing his face. He has her now, she is his, and no one else's.

She sticks out in the night, her white pelt giving her a ghostly look. A part of him thinks that perhaps he is dreaming, but every time she brushes bodies with him, he feels her, and he knows he isn't dreaming. He can smell her scent; fresh lilac in bloom, rain kissed and simply splendid. He rides on it, overdosed on the electricity.

A long walk back towards the Poppy Patch calms him down from his high, and, as much as he wants to ask if she's serious, he doesn't.

She let him near. She let him touch. She let him smell.

He's won.

They nestle close together, as if they've known each other their whole lives, were in love their whole lives. The gentle beating of her heart, the soft hushing of her breathing lulls him to a sleep, a mother singing a lullaby to her babe.

He wakes a while later; she's gone. He searches for her, finds that telltale picto, and races towards her, hoping to repeat what had happened hours before.

He sees her playing with her friends, a small, lively group. Dancing, calling, teasing and laughing - they had put on quite a display, the thundering of hooves not quite deafening yet.

He approaches her to touch her, only to just about have his jugular torn out by her short, yet deadly tines. She stamps her hooves, and growls lightly. It's safe to say the poor sod is utterly confused.

She trots off towards one of her companions, and as they nuzzle her, she nuzzles back, her face blushing and happy. He tries again to approach, only to receive the same reaction. Her and her friend nuzzle again, and she circles them, a wry, cocky smile just cracking the corners of her mouth.

I'm disgusted by you.

Her voice is cold, deadly in tone. It hits his ears sharply, and he finds himself pinning them back in response.

I was rather disgusted, allowing you so close to me. At first, I thought you would have been smart enough to know better. But, at the same time, it was fun dragging you around to the end.

She charges, shoving him to the ground. He has no time to react to the impact. He simply stares at her, mouth agape, shock, and perhaps even pain coursing through him.

Let this whole affair be a message to you. I will never belong to you.

She stares him down, her greys hardened, stabbing. He's having a hard time registering everything he's hearing, seeing.

Now get out of my sight. And stay out of my sight.

She races back to her company, playful and joyous. Anger bubbles through him.

You fucking wretch. How dare you.

He wants so much to tear into her; to hurt her, maim her the way that she hurt him, maimed his heart. But he refrains.

He's a gentleman, after all.

He rises, and quickly leaves, fuming. The inhabitants would find him sulking in the Birch Forest for days afterward, still shocked at what had occurred, and even more shocked at the burning truth.

Even an innocent angel can be a wicked deceiver.