Liquid pools seemed to storm to awareness, their intense depths brooding and guarded . . . coat luminated slightly, as if bristling at the intrusion. Tendrils of a brilliant chestnut lashed angrily against hocks of sinewy muscle . . . perhaps this virille was of similiar heritage, but whom was he to disapprove with looks of disdain?

Tension seemed to crackle in the air, it radiated from the youth of spun copper. Pinnions dwelling flatly across poll, insicors clicking continously . . . his business was his own.

None had ever challenged his views, his family had merely expected him to stay within the rules . . . and he had found that even those could be bent by the bonds of love. Flames seemed to spit from the acute senses of the yearling whom had already reached his new acquaintance's side.

His control had snapped, and equally encouraged by the defiant nature of Goddess . . . it could be his undoing . . . but he didn't seem to care.