Jesper
05-06-2018, 05:59 AM
Lobes remain at the ready, searching for the slightest displaced sound, atop poll. Sensitive olfactory sense processes each inhale for any hints of life besides his own musk and, the earthy, must of Sylva. Aquamarine gaze bores through the fog and, into the depths, to search for the source. He knows he is not alone. He prepares for an ambush. Yet, she reveals herself a tad less dramatically than charging for an assault. Still, one moment he is clearly alone and, the next he is standing before a mare with splotches of white upon her inky base and, scarlet eyes. Maw parts in shock and, an audible gasp escapes thorax. What sort of magic is this? Did she just materialize out of thin air? (Literally, the frigid winter air is quite thin.) Jesper shakes his head in disbelief before glossy pools refocus in the direction female comes from. He notes that she is now stalking towards him and, her words drip with detestation. They reach his ears as more of a hiss than actually spoken and, for yet another moment, stallion stiffens with uncertainty.
Crest arches and nostrils flare even more as she draws closer. Her words confuse him entirely and, with the impending threat of an assault, Jesper attempts to steady himself and, his voice. "I am sorry but, have we met before?" He attempts to speak in his smooth, masculine tone; however, the coursing adrenaline adds an element of heightened alertness, which drives his tone up an octave or, two. "I do not recall having the pleasure. I am Jesper." He stands frozen as she slinks closer. For a split second, he thought about shifting into reverse; however, he is not one for running cowardly with his tail between his legs. No, he would hold firm and, match her cherry red gaze with his own aquamarine eyes.
Crest arches and nostrils flare even more as she draws closer. Her words confuse him entirely and, with the impending threat of an assault, Jesper attempts to steady himself and, his voice. "I am sorry but, have we met before?" He attempts to speak in his smooth, masculine tone; however, the coursing adrenaline adds an element of heightened alertness, which drives his tone up an octave or, two. "I do not recall having the pleasure. I am Jesper." He stands frozen as she slinks closer. For a split second, he thought about shifting into reverse; however, he is not one for running cowardly with his tail between his legs. No, he would hold firm and, match her cherry red gaze with his own aquamarine eyes.
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