syden
He saw her shiver and could guess it was not from the cold, and he couldn't help but meet her eyes with a smirk. His eyes looked over her delicate body and he found his head bobbing slightly in approval; she seemed to be confused by his attention and he chuckled to himself as her head turned to view behind him. Was she unused to attention? He would find that surprising - such a beautiful mare as her shouldn't be surprised to a stallion's attention. His eyes locked onto hers again, gaze steady. He felt that he could learn much about someone's personality by seeing how they reacted to his steely gaze, and she seemed curious but not afraid - which was good.
She strode towards him and he couldn't help but cock his head at her exuberant greeting; they had never met before, and now she was addressing him as an old friend? But she was nothing if not graceful and his eyes flicked over her dainty body once again, pleased with what he saw. He was not a man of pleasures, he was one of war, but every stallion had his needs, and she could sate him if his instincts chose to arise. She shook her coat, as if awaking from a dream, and he gave her a smirk in response to her smile.
"Syden." He told her his name with a dip of his head, smirk still tugging at his lips, muzzle extending her own velvety one. Her excitement, aliveness, sparked something in him that had been hiding for some time, and he was finding that he quite enjoyed it.
>> drawn to the things you cannot find <<
