10-02-2016, 05:44 PM
Teal
She tapped his neck. Nope, still there. Pause. Tap.
Pause...
A foreign touch pushed into her shoulder firmly, jolting her with a start. She must have missed his movement, silently admonishing herself to pay better attention next time, which essentially translated to touch people lots more, got it. It was as if he was preparing her for more contact, as his large frame slid to her side, barely brushing her -just enough to let her know he was there.
She stiffened warily, itching to dance away from him but knowing she would lose sight of him if she did. There was a light tug at her mane just before his barrel at her side vibrated with some sort of command, maybe. Perhaps more of a suggestion, as he slid forward a step. Her nose reached out and dragged down his side as he took another step and seemed to wait.
She grunted back at him a couple times, making her own chest rumble like his did, and pressing against him so he could feel it. Her tongue lined her lips, wondering if perchance he would guide her to some refreshment. Then again, it was also likely he'd lead her back to his cavernous home to do who-knows-what with her. Her heart pattered uneasily and she sidled away from him just a bit, mulling it over.
Her thirst eventually won out the debate though, and she eased carefully back into his side, brushing her nose around til she found his shoulder. She huffed a couple times, sweeping up his scent and putting it to memory. Caveman.
With a swift clamp, her teeth sharply bit into him and she swiftly waltzed away in case he lashed out in rebuke. She stopped only a pace away to stare in his direction.
There. See?
No funny business, I mean it.
She stood with her head up, blowing a meaningful snort pointedly for emphasis, then hesitantly meandered back by trailing his rocky scent. Her muzzle leashed her to his hip cautiously, half-expecting a return bite. She lipped his coat gently, almost sweetly, satisfied her point was made. It was sort of an apology, but mostly it was Ok, mister. Where we goin?
Pause...
A foreign touch pushed into her shoulder firmly, jolting her with a start. She must have missed his movement, silently admonishing herself to pay better attention next time, which essentially translated to touch people lots more, got it. It was as if he was preparing her for more contact, as his large frame slid to her side, barely brushing her -just enough to let her know he was there.
She stiffened warily, itching to dance away from him but knowing she would lose sight of him if she did. There was a light tug at her mane just before his barrel at her side vibrated with some sort of command, maybe. Perhaps more of a suggestion, as he slid forward a step. Her nose reached out and dragged down his side as he took another step and seemed to wait.
She grunted back at him a couple times, making her own chest rumble like his did, and pressing against him so he could feel it. Her tongue lined her lips, wondering if perchance he would guide her to some refreshment. Then again, it was also likely he'd lead her back to his cavernous home to do who-knows-what with her. Her heart pattered uneasily and she sidled away from him just a bit, mulling it over.
Her thirst eventually won out the debate though, and she eased carefully back into his side, brushing her nose around til she found his shoulder. She huffed a couple times, sweeping up his scent and putting it to memory. Caveman.
With a swift clamp, her teeth sharply bit into him and she swiftly waltzed away in case he lashed out in rebuke. She stopped only a pace away to stare in his direction.
There. See?
No funny business, I mean it.
She stood with her head up, blowing a meaningful snort pointedly for emphasis, then hesitantly meandered back by trailing his rocky scent. Her muzzle leashed her to his hip cautiously, half-expecting a return bite. She lipped his coat gently, almost sweetly, satisfied her point was made. It was sort of an apology, but mostly it was Ok, mister. Where we goin?
