10-04-2016, 08:26 PM
Teal
She felt no bite of rebuke. He ignored her snapping and her touches, it seemed. Nice! Totally unphased, that was good. Probably. Or, hmm, maybe he couldn't feel sensations. She'd have to think on that.
Her cheek stayed pressed at his flank, careful not to trip him in a tangle of legs. Such a thing were always possible where she was concerned. Quite clumsy. Or maybe everyone was. She hadn't searched him but he just sort of felt large to her, so he probably was. Maybe he'd be big enough to just, step right over her without trampling her. She wasn't sure why she was thinking about that though. Wasn't he taking her somewhere?
As time passes, she edges her way to his shoulder. She hums and huffs throughout the short journey, her own little deaf song. The vibrations in her chest felt nice. She seemed to accept his presence naturally and her mind sort of wandered the whole time.
He smelled nice. Like rocks and water. But also like himself, and not a bunch of other people. Caveman was a loner. That's cool, she was sort of alone too. Well, entirely alone, she supposed. Up until she nearly licked him. She was glad she didn't though, she always seemed to get kicked doing that. But, hey, maybe he wouldn't have felt it anyway so she could still try.
His body slowed to a stop and she remained at his shoulder. The scent of water was stronger here, and she was relieved that it didn't also smell like the rocks of his dark home. Sort of true to his grunts, or something.
Drops of wetness sprinkled her out of nowhere and she threw her body into his with a jolt, then bounced the opposite direction because, well, he was still a stranger and not to be trusted. She realized he must have dropped something in the water, maybe to get her attention. Maybe it was his language, this throwing things and standing so still. People seemed to have so many languages.
She dropped her head to the ground casually, pretending her bout of fright never happened. Slowly easing her way back to where he stood, she followed the water's edge til she was next to him again. Then, finally, she drank.
When she was done, she wanted to show him how adept she was at learning these languages. She wanted to throw her hooves in the water and sprinkle him too, speaking his language and all that, but she was distracted by his scent again and curiosity tugged her mind in a different direction.
She stepped up to his cheek again, mindful of the teeth, and pushed her nose at him, blowing a breath against his coat. Hmm, yep. Smells good. She moved on to his neck, then his shoulder, mapping him out in her mind with little taps and nuzzles. He probably couldn't feel it anyway, right? So might as well.
Speaking of not feeling, she added another bite at his hip, much harder than the last. Just to test. And then she would continue her way around him, filling in the blanks in her mind and giving him a face -or body.
Her cheek stayed pressed at his flank, careful not to trip him in a tangle of legs. Such a thing were always possible where she was concerned. Quite clumsy. Or maybe everyone was. She hadn't searched him but he just sort of felt large to her, so he probably was. Maybe he'd be big enough to just, step right over her without trampling her. She wasn't sure why she was thinking about that though. Wasn't he taking her somewhere?
As time passes, she edges her way to his shoulder. She hums and huffs throughout the short journey, her own little deaf song. The vibrations in her chest felt nice. She seemed to accept his presence naturally and her mind sort of wandered the whole time.
He smelled nice. Like rocks and water. But also like himself, and not a bunch of other people. Caveman was a loner. That's cool, she was sort of alone too. Well, entirely alone, she supposed. Up until she nearly licked him. She was glad she didn't though, she always seemed to get kicked doing that. But, hey, maybe he wouldn't have felt it anyway so she could still try.
His body slowed to a stop and she remained at his shoulder. The scent of water was stronger here, and she was relieved that it didn't also smell like the rocks of his dark home. Sort of true to his grunts, or something.
Drops of wetness sprinkled her out of nowhere and she threw her body into his with a jolt, then bounced the opposite direction because, well, he was still a stranger and not to be trusted. She realized he must have dropped something in the water, maybe to get her attention. Maybe it was his language, this throwing things and standing so still. People seemed to have so many languages.
She dropped her head to the ground casually, pretending her bout of fright never happened. Slowly easing her way back to where he stood, she followed the water's edge til she was next to him again. Then, finally, she drank.
When she was done, she wanted to show him how adept she was at learning these languages. She wanted to throw her hooves in the water and sprinkle him too, speaking his language and all that, but she was distracted by his scent again and curiosity tugged her mind in a different direction.
She stepped up to his cheek again, mindful of the teeth, and pushed her nose at him, blowing a breath against his coat. Hmm, yep. Smells good. She moved on to his neck, then his shoulder, mapping him out in her mind with little taps and nuzzles. He probably couldn't feel it anyway, right? So might as well.
Speaking of not feeling, she added another bite at his hip, much harder than the last. Just to test. And then she would continue her way around him, filling in the blanks in her mind and giving him a face -or body.
