[She hates it, she's always hated the more bestial way wild jinba would bite and kick as if they were no better than animals, always looked down her nose at such behavior, and yet all she wants to do in this moment is sink her teeth into him.
Not even him.]
am not-
[Anyone. Anything. Any sort of pain or violence or rage that would allow her to scream or cry or die, which seems a far better option than what she's woken to. Even with his hands on her throat, a move that shows the whites of her eyes even wilder, she doesn't stop, gritting out the words despite, an attempt at a headbutt arrested by the good grip he has found in her pontytail.]
a horse!
[Or a good girl.
Because one dirty move deserves another, (so this is how far she has fallen?), and the grip she had in his own hair slips down... with her thumb heading for his eye if he doesn't thrash out of the way.]
why do i love this
[She hates it, she's always hated the more bestial way wild jinba would bite and kick as if they were no better than animals, always looked down her nose at such behavior, and yet all she wants to do in this moment is sink her teeth into him.
Not even him.]
am not-
[Anyone. Anything. Any sort of pain or violence or rage that would allow her to scream or cry or die, which seems a far better option than what she's woken to. Even with his hands on her throat, a move that shows the whites of her eyes even wilder, she doesn't stop, gritting out the words despite, an attempt at a headbutt arrested by the good grip he has found in her pontytail.]
a horse!
[Or a good girl.
Because one dirty move deserves another, (so this is how far she has fallen?), and the grip she had in his own hair slips down... with her thumb heading for his eye if he doesn't thrash out of the way.]