02-13-2016, 01:59 AM
Arkane
Kirin x Kalamity
She blinks her nostrils prickling with the bitter sweet scent of sand. When his teeth begin to warm up her coat, and from the looks of it he was removing the dried blood as well. Neck extending upwards she nibbles at his mane with a smile, bumping her face into his neck nuzzling him as he shows her kindness.
When he begins to push her up she uses her wobbly legs to stand succeeding on the first try. Though shaky as she is. A rumble of pleasure forms in her throat. Letting out the nicker in a squeal of pleasure. Though she doesn't know that she has done this. No to her the world remains silent, remains completely unaltered. There is no rise and fall of the cresting waves. Just the silent thrum of nothingness. She snorts her grey eyes looking around curiously.
Taking a few steps they draw her closer to the male and his wings. She bumps one with the velvet maw. Brushing her feelers along his feathers. They were strange and amazing. Her stomach felt funny and she fails to understand what it is that is happening. Only that this musky creature was nice to her. She sniffs her way along his side until she finds that it is the lavander womans side that she sniffing along. Her face being shoved into the lifegiving liquid. It smells good, and she takes a nip, sucking up as much of the nurishment as she can before the warmth is replaced with a chilly wind and she is knocked to her face.
The purple foal is completely and totally baffled by this. What was she todo? Standign again she grunts a little sore from the effort.
When he begins to push her up she uses her wobbly legs to stand succeeding on the first try. Though shaky as she is. A rumble of pleasure forms in her throat. Letting out the nicker in a squeal of pleasure. Though she doesn't know that she has done this. No to her the world remains silent, remains completely unaltered. There is no rise and fall of the cresting waves. Just the silent thrum of nothingness. She snorts her grey eyes looking around curiously.
Taking a few steps they draw her closer to the male and his wings. She bumps one with the velvet maw. Brushing her feelers along his feathers. They were strange and amazing. Her stomach felt funny and she fails to understand what it is that is happening. Only that this musky creature was nice to her. She sniffs her way along his side until she finds that it is the lavander womans side that she sniffing along. Her face being shoved into the lifegiving liquid. It smells good, and she takes a nip, sucking up as much of the nurishment as she can before the warmth is replaced with a chilly wind and she is knocked to her face.
The purple foal is completely and totally baffled by this. What was she todo? Standign again she grunts a little sore from the effort.
to behold the gods as they dance, and listen as they spoke