Ygritte
He touches, molds, caresses her. His playful nip of her muzzle causes her to squeal playfully and she watches with mischievious eyes as he arches and dances for her. She gazes beneath salmon tresses as he follows her spine, kissing and touching her. The bay woman shivers at this touch. Tiara swings to look back to her stallion as she scents her and nudges her end. She leans forward slightly, stetching her legs and flicks the long tail before backing towards him, tail aside. It all was so natural and normal for the mare though this was her first time. She did not have to question anything and she was not scared. Her body moved as though not her own.
"Mandan." His name is spoken in a hushed whisper, lined with a hint of desperation in this moment. She wanted him, needed him. His touch alone was not enough now as her head became light and foggy. The orange pink tresses flick up and over her hind quarters and remained there fanned across her copper body. "Please." The single syllable is a soft coo that she whispers over her shoulder to him, amber eyes watching him as her breath quickens in anticipation.
- Year: 233
- Season: Summer
- SWP: None
COTY
Assailant -- Year 226
QOTY
"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
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