Ygritte
05-30-2019, 12:20 PM
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
Drowned.
That is the first thing to cross her mind as she watches how the water froths before a horse emerges from the depths. If she were younger, perhaps she would have rolled back in shock and sputtered with whelps and cries. The copper and rose mare watches from her single eye as the creatures trudges from the water's embrace with a tangle of long hair clinging protectively to the curves of his masculine form.
The man nears without word or consent before there is a press of his lips to the peak of her neck. Salt and sea water drip and darken the penny coat of the smaller woman and she does reply with the clutch of her breath in her throat. He is waterlogged and sopping but she is not stupid and allows for him to taste the sweetness of her skin. If there is a threat, the mare could slip away in an avian form...perhaps tearing one of his own eyes out as a reminder to not take such liberties with women...but before Ygritte decides his intentions are becoming savage and lewd, the green painted man is drifting back like the tides her emerged from.
'You are lovely.' The words are garbled and uneven in tone, they bubble from a dead man's throat. Ygritte tilts her head slightly away with uncertainty. He is strange as he stands there dripping but his eyes are hungry. The bay and salmon mare places a girlish grin upon her tinted lips. Her single eye flits down under the length of long lashes as the other socket is filled with perfumed blooms. The mare is old, a once queen of the falls and founder of Sylva...but to the eye, no one could know this...unless they knew her so many years ago...but for now she is content to play coy with water man.
"What's your name, stranger?"
The voice is small and sweet, lashes lifting to watch curiously as the grin spreads across her lips in a pretty spread. He felt dangerous. When was the last time a man conjured this excitability in her?
That is the first thing to cross her mind as she watches how the water froths before a horse emerges from the depths. If she were younger, perhaps she would have rolled back in shock and sputtered with whelps and cries. The copper and rose mare watches from her single eye as the creatures trudges from the water's embrace with a tangle of long hair clinging protectively to the curves of his masculine form.
The man nears without word or consent before there is a press of his lips to the peak of her neck. Salt and sea water drip and darken the penny coat of the smaller woman and she does reply with the clutch of her breath in her throat. He is waterlogged and sopping but she is not stupid and allows for him to taste the sweetness of her skin. If there is a threat, the mare could slip away in an avian form...perhaps tearing one of his own eyes out as a reminder to not take such liberties with women...but before Ygritte decides his intentions are becoming savage and lewd, the green painted man is drifting back like the tides her emerged from.
'You are lovely.' The words are garbled and uneven in tone, they bubble from a dead man's throat. Ygritte tilts her head slightly away with uncertainty. He is strange as he stands there dripping but his eyes are hungry. The bay and salmon mare places a girlish grin upon her tinted lips. Her single eye flits down under the length of long lashes as the other socket is filled with perfumed blooms. The mare is old, a once queen of the falls and founder of Sylva...but to the eye, no one could know this...unless they knew her so many years ago...but for now she is content to play coy with water man.
"What's your name, stranger?"
The voice is small and sweet, lashes lifting to watch curiously as the grin spreads across her lips in a pretty spread. He felt dangerous. When was the last time a man conjured this excitability in her?
Ygritte.