12-23-2017, 12:55 PM
Well, I don't know what I've been told.
You never slow down, you never grow old.
You never slow down, you never grow old.
This place with all it's wafting scents and it's lolling tongues simply make her lips curl. The woman moves her pale green-gold eyes over the grounds as they begin to fall into an autumn slumber. The creamy caramel mare walks slowly dying meadow vegetation, it makes a delightful crunch under her hooves as she savors it's splintering. Disdain takes a little pleasure in it before she catches a black stallion with wide gold eyes just standing there. Her own hazel ones slit as she is wondering why some roguish boy was standing in the middle of the field watching her.
"What are you doing?" She lifts a brow as she strides closer to him. Her tone is not overly demanding nor intrigued.
She was just simply wondering how a par of them ended up out here on a nearly desolate autumn day. Disdain closes the space between them as she inhales his scent with unabashed boldness. He smells spiced and exotic. "What's your name?" The fair haired woman asks with a curling lip, a smirk touching her lips as she is growing curious of the pretty boy with his lovely golden lips.
"What are you doing?" She lifts a brow as she strides closer to him. Her tone is not overly demanding nor intrigued.
She was just simply wondering how a par of them ended up out here on a nearly desolate autumn day. Disdain closes the space between them as she inhales his scent with unabashed boldness. He smells spiced and exotic. "What's your name?" The fair haired woman asks with a curling lip, a smirk touching her lips as she is growing curious of the pretty boy with his lovely golden lips.
Disdain