03-26-2016, 06:05 PM
The smaller mare's body bends into a small circle as she turns, the tip of her long, chocolate-colored tail dragging in a wide radius around her. Copper and the palest of creams are set aflame by the rising sun, dancing on the Vanner's coat. Her hooves click together as they spin, the speed of their movement partially out of shock that such a man had approached her so quickly and without diversion. Compared with the other mares that littered the field this morning, she was a tulip in a bed of roses, easily overshadowed.
Irises colored as icy as the mare's current mood flick towards the stallion whose scent currently occupied her nostrils, which flare once as she inhales. She accepts his presence calmly, even a little bit exhilarated that he had come. But that excitement, a hot, flaming thrill that races along her spine, quickly turns to shock as his wings stole her focus away. Wings- something that only belong stretched on either side of a bird, yet here they are, folded gently into the sides of this magnificent male.
Much as she doesn't want to be in awe of a man she had just met, she is. She stares for a few moments before she flips a strand of dark mane into her eyes, unimpressed with herself. Cold radiates from her once more as she remembers her purpose for being here today, the same purpose for which the male had approached her. Curiosity can wait until a later day, if this new land is to become her home. It is illogical to assume that all places were like her own-
No. Fuck logic.
Such a thought only makes her spark of anger fan into a raging fire. She is sick of logic.
She forces down such a rage, knowing that it would not assist her purposes today. She reaches out with all her senses, grasping for a feel of this stallion. She listens carefully to his voice, concentrating on the little details- the way he chose his words, the note of his voice, the way he pronounced each syllable. For the most part, she is neutral. His speech is pleasant enough, she supposes, and he is not unfriendly, but the way he chooses his words reminds her a little of Shivani- like he is choosing each one to impress her.
But what she feels is that he may be a friend, if only she does not allow him to manipulate her. As long as she does not let herself be taken in by his silky tongue. In the spirit of such, she forces the anger to the back of her, and replies easily, "None of my thoughts are quite that cheap, I assure you." She laughs, her voice an attempt to match his pleasantry. Her tail swishes once.
Ugh. This is crap. I'm sorry.
Irises colored as icy as the mare's current mood flick towards the stallion whose scent currently occupied her nostrils, which flare once as she inhales. She accepts his presence calmly, even a little bit exhilarated that he had come. But that excitement, a hot, flaming thrill that races along her spine, quickly turns to shock as his wings stole her focus away. Wings- something that only belong stretched on either side of a bird, yet here they are, folded gently into the sides of this magnificent male.
Much as she doesn't want to be in awe of a man she had just met, she is. She stares for a few moments before she flips a strand of dark mane into her eyes, unimpressed with herself. Cold radiates from her once more as she remembers her purpose for being here today, the same purpose for which the male had approached her. Curiosity can wait until a later day, if this new land is to become her home. It is illogical to assume that all places were like her own-
No. Fuck logic.
Such a thought only makes her spark of anger fan into a raging fire. She is sick of logic.
She forces down such a rage, knowing that it would not assist her purposes today. She reaches out with all her senses, grasping for a feel of this stallion. She listens carefully to his voice, concentrating on the little details- the way he chose his words, the note of his voice, the way he pronounced each syllable. For the most part, she is neutral. His speech is pleasant enough, she supposes, and he is not unfriendly, but the way he chooses his words reminds her a little of Shivani- like he is choosing each one to impress her.
But what she feels is that he may be a friend, if only she does not allow him to manipulate her. As long as she does not let herself be taken in by his silky tongue. In the spirit of such, she forces the anger to the back of her, and replies easily, "None of my thoughts are quite that cheap, I assure you." She laughs, her voice an attempt to match his pleasantry. Her tail swishes once.
Ugh. This is crap. I'm sorry.