08-24-2021, 11:50 PM
A mare. Her scent was unmistakable -- a beacon in the night. And then there she was, stepping out from amongst the trees and directly into his line of sight. A brazen little thing. Pretty.
He exhaled long and low, nostrils flaring once more while his molten gaze drank her in from crown to tail. But it was her words, her latter words in particular, which truly drew him in. Golden eyes snapping back to her countenance, he huffed out a breath. Amused? Without a doubt.
But still, he himself did not speak. Silence was his only response instead. Silence coupled with action as he moved forward, long legs methodically devouring the muddy earth underhoof as he began to close that distance between his hulking frame and hers. The chill night air rippled through the midnight tangle of his mane and tail with each step. His ears flicked to and fro, taking in of the night, always alert and aware. But his eyes were only for the sabino.
Finally, though, finally he spoke, but only after that clearing had been partially crossed and the distance lessened to the point that the scars littering his ebony coat became evident even in the darkness. "Perhaps so," he conceded, his voice a dark rumble vibrating forth from deep in his chest. "But, then again..."
Each word fell in a steady cadence, matching in time with his steps until finally the stallion drew to a pause, halting his approach. His stance was relaxed. Nonchalant. But the intensity within his gaze was an undeniable thing all the same.
"... how would we have met had I not landed here?" Those words hung in the air for but a moment before he followed them rather swiftly with an utterance of: "What is your name?"
It was clearly a command for information, not a request.
He exhaled long and low, nostrils flaring once more while his molten gaze drank her in from crown to tail. But it was her words, her latter words in particular, which truly drew him in. Golden eyes snapping back to her countenance, he huffed out a breath. Amused? Without a doubt.
But still, he himself did not speak. Silence was his only response instead. Silence coupled with action as he moved forward, long legs methodically devouring the muddy earth underhoof as he began to close that distance between his hulking frame and hers. The chill night air rippled through the midnight tangle of his mane and tail with each step. His ears flicked to and fro, taking in of the night, always alert and aware. But his eyes were only for the sabino.
Finally, though, finally he spoke, but only after that clearing had been partially crossed and the distance lessened to the point that the scars littering his ebony coat became evident even in the darkness. "Perhaps so," he conceded, his voice a dark rumble vibrating forth from deep in his chest. "But, then again..."
Each word fell in a steady cadence, matching in time with his steps until finally the stallion drew to a pause, halting his approach. His stance was relaxed. Nonchalant. But the intensity within his gaze was an undeniable thing all the same.
"... how would we have met had I not landed here?" Those words hung in the air for but a moment before he followed them rather swiftly with an utterance of: "What is your name?"
It was clearly a command for information, not a request.
cassiel
temperance is a virtue
@Aloy