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i wish somebody would have told me; any - Valek - 10-13-2019
Valek if you want love RE: i wish somebody would have told me; any - Isobell - 10-13-2019 bottom of the deep blue sea The painted mare is on the shore, sunning herself, the river being a favorite haunt of hers. Isobell has decided to leave her halls of bleached seashells and sea glass to visit the land of Beqanna.A stallion enters from around the curve of where she lounged, he is strong and well formed, features handsome of given youth. He seems occupied by the flow of water and something that lurked beneath. Iso easily recalls the day she had been drown in those very waters...I var had made her what she is, reborn. Lavishly slow, she rises to feet, tossing the sand away from her dampened mane. The water mare moves nearly soundless towards the form of the male, dark eyes watching from beneath long lashes. It had been some time since she had held a conversation but no doubt the words would purr from her slender throat. He hears her approach before she is near him but Isobell does not make the effort to spook him. An easy smile tugs at her pretty lips as he has turned and moved to the shallows with a simple inquiry. "No, I prefer seaweed to flesh." Her reply is smooth and low as she dips her legs into the water, as water droplets fall from his body, once again, watching how the sun glimmers upon the surface in a spectacular shatter. The painted woman returns her gaze to the bay and gold male. "Have you?" Ears lift forward, noticing the way the water droplets leave his body, Isobell waits for a reply. RE: i wish somebody would have told me; any - Valek - 10-13-2019
Sunlight ripples off the surface of the water, light reflecting endlessly between the gold of his skin and the shifting river below. Water slides from his skin, but he never shakes it from himself, just lets it roll down his muscled limbs and the taut canvas of his hide. Valek if you want love @[Isobell] RE: i wish somebody would have told me; any - Isobell - 10-13-2019 bottom of the deep blue sea There is a tantalizing tension in the air that Isobell begins to notice when the bay moves closer to where she stood. It had been sometime since she has felt something close to this. It is exciting, dangerous, addicting. Her silver eyes meet the two tone of his. The gold eye is what keeps her attention for it is familiar in an unusual way...it is nearly frighteningly familiar but Isobell can not place it just yet. A smile still toys her dark lips as she permits him closer to her, his scent masculine and heavy, that she hungrily invites. It was a bit startling the carnivous way she bid the amber male close. Isobell breathes slow, calming herself and the feral tendencies that threaten to spill over from her control, her eyes never leaving the enticing features of the attractive beast. His words are heard but they are murky for she is distracted again by the droplets that fall from his taller body. "Valek, a pleasure, I'm Isobell." Naturally, her voice curls the syllables into a velvet purr. The scent of salt air surrounds them as it seems to still cling to Valek's skin. The way he moves, the way his ravenous eyes seem to move over the fine curve of her hips, reminds her of Ivar...if Valek claims Ischia has his home,it's possible to be one of his children (and that could prove to be an interesting interaction between the bay and pied mare). Isobell attempts to quell a delicious shiver but it still causes her body to tremble slightly despite her will to suppress it. The warm summer air must be making her heady? "I like the combination of salt and sweet together." The remark rolls from her tongue smoothly, her slender shoulders shrugging in a matter of fact way, her lips tugging upward as she looked upward to Valek. The black and white mare looks off for fear her staring may give way to more than just casual conversation in a river beneath the warm sun. "Where do you call home, Valek?" The words curl from between parted lips, his name honeyed on her tongue. |