02-19-2019, 06:39 PM
Mary was a girl who knew what she wanted, she didn't sit on things and went after it. Perhaps that is how she found herself with the crown, and perhaps it will work tonight the the blue and black stag.
She touches him, and he seems new to these things, slightly frozen. But he catches on quick and his own muzzle meets her, he traces the white patch that she wears. It was a soft and quick touch, but she desires more of it.
Just when she casted him to a group of new to flirting, he suprises her. He was charming and whitty, complimenting the blue she wears on her pelt, briefly mentioning Sylva's beauty, placing her above it. An ultimate compliment really, did he know just how much she admired the autumn forest?
A grin tugs at her lips, Thank you, you certainly know how to swoon a mare. She says with a gentle laugh. He moves his maw to whisper in her ear, he asks her to bring him home and she nearly goes weak from the desire. She has had many encounters with stallions, and even bedded with some...but he was something different, she wanted more.
Pressing her pelt into his she circles around him, she stops to return the whisper in his ear, lets go home. She feels like a young girl, a child, and she breaks into a canter letting a laughter escape her maw.
The trip did not seem long, but when she thinks about her end game it was far too long. The pair break past the border of Sylva, the autumn forest only lit up by the moon that breaks through the tree tops.
Mary slides to a halt as she finds herself encircled by trees of all colors. She giggles as she paces up to Velk, brushing against him again she stops when they are side by side. How is home suiting you? she asks, her gaze settled on him.
@[Velk]
She touches him, and he seems new to these things, slightly frozen. But he catches on quick and his own muzzle meets her, he traces the white patch that she wears. It was a soft and quick touch, but she desires more of it.
Just when she casted him to a group of new to flirting, he suprises her. He was charming and whitty, complimenting the blue she wears on her pelt, briefly mentioning Sylva's beauty, placing her above it. An ultimate compliment really, did he know just how much she admired the autumn forest?
A grin tugs at her lips, Thank you, you certainly know how to swoon a mare. She says with a gentle laugh. He moves his maw to whisper in her ear, he asks her to bring him home and she nearly goes weak from the desire. She has had many encounters with stallions, and even bedded with some...but he was something different, she wanted more.
Pressing her pelt into his she circles around him, she stops to return the whisper in his ear, lets go home. She feels like a young girl, a child, and she breaks into a canter letting a laughter escape her maw.
The trip did not seem long, but when she thinks about her end game it was far too long. The pair break past the border of Sylva, the autumn forest only lit up by the moon that breaks through the tree tops.
Mary slides to a halt as she finds herself encircled by trees of all colors. She giggles as she paces up to Velk, brushing against him again she stops when they are side by side. How is home suiting you? she asks, her gaze settled on him.
@[Velk]
