05-28-2020, 09:55 AM
Breckin’s head lowered thoughtfully, with a hint of embarrassment flushing her pale cheeks. It seemed like a remarkably silly question now that she had said it aloud. Of course at some point, the feeling of misplacement probably occurred to the majority, but perhaps it was the degree in which it was felt that was the difference or for how long the ugly thought lingered. Eventually she might find means to overcome the ultimately useless feeling, but for the time being it was what made the first steps out of Taiga easier and what fanned the flame in her search for answers.
The armored lady grins. Breckin returns it with her own humbled twist.
Fio reflects her own bold step forward. And the speckled mare dares one more closer.
Dark eyes began to follow Fio as she moved, her expression retaining a deeper curiosity at the sudden bend and sway of the other woman’s migration. The feeling of predator assessing prey grew heavy in the air and set her mind on a precarious, thrilling edge. An unwelcome fragment of fear slithered in, making her stomach clench and roll - a fear of uncertainty above anything else, but it does not drive her to shy away from the approach or the deadly tail sweeping towards. But the gentle brush of the dagger-like tail along her delicate barrel is unexpected - and surprisingly welcomed. The path it travelled - dull and smooth against the grain of her coat - drew a shivering line of provocation behind it; a sensation still doomed to burn even after she’d long since pulled away.
It was the kindest touch she could remember, the only touch she could remember, and it left her feeling hollow and hungry. The leopard mare, now breathless and vexed, is left to imagining how the sharp edge of that same touch would feel running dangerously against her skin.
Where Fiorina stalls to keep a humble distance, Breckin pushes into the boundaries - smothering the empty space that is still laid between them. For a time she stood motionless, hovering in the throes of a split decision.
“Pangea will be there tomorrow,” she murmured, insinuation dawning brightly on the upturned corners of her mouth.
And even if it wasn’t - she didn’t care.
@[Fiorina]
The armored lady grins. Breckin returns it with her own humbled twist.
Fio reflects her own bold step forward. And the speckled mare dares one more closer.
Dark eyes began to follow Fio as she moved, her expression retaining a deeper curiosity at the sudden bend and sway of the other woman’s migration. The feeling of predator assessing prey grew heavy in the air and set her mind on a precarious, thrilling edge. An unwelcome fragment of fear slithered in, making her stomach clench and roll - a fear of uncertainty above anything else, but it does not drive her to shy away from the approach or the deadly tail sweeping towards. But the gentle brush of the dagger-like tail along her delicate barrel is unexpected - and surprisingly welcomed. The path it travelled - dull and smooth against the grain of her coat - drew a shivering line of provocation behind it; a sensation still doomed to burn even after she’d long since pulled away.
It was the kindest touch she could remember, the only touch she could remember, and it left her feeling hollow and hungry. The leopard mare, now breathless and vexed, is left to imagining how the sharp edge of that same touch would feel running dangerously against her skin.
Where Fiorina stalls to keep a humble distance, Breckin pushes into the boundaries - smothering the empty space that is still laid between them. For a time she stood motionless, hovering in the throes of a split decision.
“Pangea will be there tomorrow,” she murmured, insinuation dawning brightly on the upturned corners of her mouth.
And even if it wasn’t - she didn’t care.
@[Fiorina]
