10-13-2019, 01:21 PM
She knows it would not take long for her to catch a wandering eye. There is an air about dangerous women that is undeniable.
The night is dark but the moon illuminates enough so that his shadow steps a few feet in front of him. Unbothered hoof steps crush and crumble the decaying foliage of early summer molting. One black eye slides from the corner so she looks over her shoulder at the approach of the white spattered dark stallion. Her body is tense, bristled, prepared for the feel of his teeth at her hip but when it doesn't come and is instead replaced with a kind greeting, Helsinki relaxes slightly.
Helsinki tugs the edge of her lips up slightly as she turns so she may give proper face to the larger male. Black eyes glitter and watch him, studying him. "It is a rather pretty night." Her voice is low, velvet smooth. "Fancy yourself an evening stroll as well?" She remarks with the smirk on her lips still as she already knows the answer to the question.
He is a larger, more overpowering creature but he smells like a real stallion and its alluring beneath a full moon. The blue mare shifts her weight from one hip to the other when a humid summer breeze toys with the length of her black mane. His blue eyes seem to pierce her and it makes her shiver slightly, excited, anticipating.
@[Chemdog]
The night is dark but the moon illuminates enough so that his shadow steps a few feet in front of him. Unbothered hoof steps crush and crumble the decaying foliage of early summer molting. One black eye slides from the corner so she looks over her shoulder at the approach of the white spattered dark stallion. Her body is tense, bristled, prepared for the feel of his teeth at her hip but when it doesn't come and is instead replaced with a kind greeting, Helsinki relaxes slightly.
Helsinki tugs the edge of her lips up slightly as she turns so she may give proper face to the larger male. Black eyes glitter and watch him, studying him. "It is a rather pretty night." Her voice is low, velvet smooth. "Fancy yourself an evening stroll as well?" She remarks with the smirk on her lips still as she already knows the answer to the question.
He is a larger, more overpowering creature but he smells like a real stallion and its alluring beneath a full moon. The blue mare shifts her weight from one hip to the other when a humid summer breeze toys with the length of her black mane. His blue eyes seem to pierce her and it makes her shiver slightly, excited, anticipating.
@[Chemdog]