"Anything, hm?" She pondered. There was something dark about Nier, something almost maniacal, and she wasn't sure if it enticed her or put her off. She didn't think a pairing with two high maintenance members would work, but she did wonder quite how far he might go and just what he might do for her...
She looked between Nier and Cezary, struggling with choice. Nier was exciting and curious, but Cezary was handsome and steady. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out through her soft, velvet nostrils. Such a permanent choice she thought. Once she chose she couldn't go back, couldn't change her mind.
As she pondered, the two stallions waiting patiently she suddenly felt a chill blow across her face and back. The sun was still bright and she was standing in the sunshine, but the frost beneath her hooves was crackling and spreading. She snorted in disapproval, lifting her hooves one at a time to avoid the icy, numbing cold. She squinted her eyes against draft of air which was drying them out and saw a lone figure standing on the slight hilltop, watching them.
She went to shout out to him, to ask what he thought he was doing, when she sucked in a gust of gaseous ice and it made her cough and splutter. As she began to panic a tiny bit sharp shards of what she first thought was glass split through the now hard ground. They crissed and crossed until she was almost trapped and in a growing panic (loathe she to admit it) she spun to find an exit. The only open side was blocked by a tall, muscular grey stallion.
Feeling a raw, instinctive mixture of fear and anger she stomped her back foot and backed into a corner. The cold pierced her skin and she began to involuntarily shiver.
She looked between Nier and Cezary, struggling with choice. Nier was exciting and curious, but Cezary was handsome and steady. She sucked in a deep breath and let it out through her soft, velvet nostrils. Such a permanent choice she thought. Once she chose she couldn't go back, couldn't change her mind.
As she pondered, the two stallions waiting patiently she suddenly felt a chill blow across her face and back. The sun was still bright and she was standing in the sunshine, but the frost beneath her hooves was crackling and spreading. She snorted in disapproval, lifting her hooves one at a time to avoid the icy, numbing cold. She squinted her eyes against draft of air which was drying them out and saw a lone figure standing on the slight hilltop, watching them.
She went to shout out to him, to ask what he thought he was doing, when she sucked in a gust of gaseous ice and it made her cough and splutter. As she began to panic a tiny bit sharp shards of what she first thought was glass split through the now hard ground. They crissed and crossed until she was almost trapped and in a growing panic (loathe she to admit it) she spun to find an exit. The only open side was blocked by a tall, muscular grey stallion.
Feeling a raw, instinctive mixture of fear and anger she stomped her back foot and backed into a corner. The cold pierced her skin and she began to involuntarily shiver.