Jesper
Left side quickly warms beneath the intensity of the late spring daystar. Raven pelt glistens under its heat and, soon, Jesper feels the tender skin behind his elbows exude a light perspiration. Front hooves stretch as far as scapula permits humeri of front limbs to rotate. Long-lashed eyelids squint in an effort to shield light blue orbs from the brightness before they grow heavy with fatigue. Hock-kisser flicks over left stifle before gravity slides it down gaskin and back into a pile on the ground. Stallion feels complete relaxation begin to set it just as flared nares pick-up the perfume of another – a female. Her scent is lightly sweet but, a hint of salt mingles with her femininity.
Eyelids flutter open to allow intense daylight to temporarily blind stallion. Despite his vulnerable state, he does not even lift his head. Her words reach his acoustics and, a soft smile pulls at his own coal-hued lips. He debates how to respond before he finally moves more than just his ribcage. Forelimbs stretch out in front of male before mass shifts to the left. Once he has rolled onto his underside, aquamarine gaze meets the dame’s slate eyes. “Since you offered, yes, please do. It is right…” Neck bends stiffly to poke wire-haired proboscis in the direction of the itch. And, there it sat, teasing him. Just out of reach and, demanding to be sated now that hide stretches tautly across spine. Muzzle jabs helplessly again in its direction despite upper lip stretching as far as hydrated skin could. Plume of tresses snap at the ground in frustration as he realizes that he could not do a single thing about it. Glossy orbs match the mouse gray dame’s gaze once more, pleading that she might follow through.
@[Starlin]
Eyelids flutter open to allow intense daylight to temporarily blind stallion. Despite his vulnerable state, he does not even lift his head. Her words reach his acoustics and, a soft smile pulls at his own coal-hued lips. He debates how to respond before he finally moves more than just his ribcage. Forelimbs stretch out in front of male before mass shifts to the left. Once he has rolled onto his underside, aquamarine gaze meets the dame’s slate eyes. “Since you offered, yes, please do. It is right…” Neck bends stiffly to poke wire-haired proboscis in the direction of the itch. And, there it sat, teasing him. Just out of reach and, demanding to be sated now that hide stretches tautly across spine. Muzzle jabs helplessly again in its direction despite upper lip stretching as far as hydrated skin could. Plume of tresses snap at the ground in frustration as he realizes that he could not do a single thing about it. Glossy orbs match the mouse gray dame’s gaze once more, pleading that she might follow through.
@[Starlin]