Jelenis stood there, warm breath clouding from his flared nostrils against the cold air about him, where was he? Obviously somewhere cold, but he had never really been outside of Serendipity, then Sabre had taken the riding crop from the girl's hand and landed five sharp blows against his rump and it had hurt. The blows had been as humiliating to him as when he had been whipped as a Human and they had been at Sabre's hand which meant only one thing....Sabre could harm him which meant the Protectorate broken....his father...where ever he was....was dead.
He heard the Demon's words to the girl, words that spoke of weakness and womanly kindness...if only that were true. This girl was as dark hearted as Sabre, he had truly worked his guile on her and she had lapped it up like nectar. She would not want to be seen as weak in his eyes....not now....he was sure he was going to be punished somehow by her....how....who knew?
He pulled at the tight rope about his neck, but the action only tightened it, the other end firmly tied to the iron ring, he stomped his foreleg, the neat black hoof striking the cobbles in the cold stable. He looked at the pair with as much anger as he could muster. His ears laid back flat against his head and he went to try and snap at Sabre.
