@[Sreva]
“Then follow me..”
He knows that where he is leading her is secluded, they will be so very alone. Night is closing in and a large orange moon is rising on the horizon. The mists are sinking from the skies and settling among the peaks, soon they'll fall into the valley bellow and move like ghosts among the trees and rivers. He leads her down a thin path through thick woods, along a rocky ridge and up onto a towering cliff face the faces east. He notes to himself that on clear days he can see all the way to the coast.
“Here.” His eyes slide to her and then back to the full, pregnant moon and her harvest glow. Summer is almost over now. Before they know it fall will come and go and winter will be upon them again. His mind travels back to the moment and leaves the worry of changing season behind. “I love this spot. It's always the best place to see the moonrise.” He side steps to brush his ribs against her own, leaning a small bit and looking over at her, his forelock cast over to the side of his face to he may see her fully. He moves in slowly to kiss his lips and warm breath along the ridge of her cheek, slashing his tail excitedly. He moves almost timidly to avoid a strike if she refuses him. It is clear what he's asking, or at least hinting at. He keeps his lips gently against her if she allows. If she doesn't deny him he'll move his touch playful toward her ear and perhaps even tickle his muzzle against her own.
He is not a forceful sort of stallion, but certainly overwhelmingly intimate when any chance he may get. Touching his women, covering them and everything all of that entails are some of his favorite things to do. He will never make them and jealously has never had a place among his thoughts, so generally he asks once and if refused he'll never ask again.
sorry for the wait
it's a little time warp..this thread is in the summer but its technically winter, oh well xD
the beauty of liquid time!
“Then follow me..”
He knows that where he is leading her is secluded, they will be so very alone. Night is closing in and a large orange moon is rising on the horizon. The mists are sinking from the skies and settling among the peaks, soon they'll fall into the valley bellow and move like ghosts among the trees and rivers. He leads her down a thin path through thick woods, along a rocky ridge and up onto a towering cliff face the faces east. He notes to himself that on clear days he can see all the way to the coast.
“Here.” His eyes slide to her and then back to the full, pregnant moon and her harvest glow. Summer is almost over now. Before they know it fall will come and go and winter will be upon them again. His mind travels back to the moment and leaves the worry of changing season behind. “I love this spot. It's always the best place to see the moonrise.” He side steps to brush his ribs against her own, leaning a small bit and looking over at her, his forelock cast over to the side of his face to he may see her fully. He moves in slowly to kiss his lips and warm breath along the ridge of her cheek, slashing his tail excitedly. He moves almost timidly to avoid a strike if she refuses him. It is clear what he's asking, or at least hinting at. He keeps his lips gently against her if she allows. If she doesn't deny him he'll move his touch playful toward her ear and perhaps even tickle his muzzle against her own.
He is not a forceful sort of stallion, but certainly overwhelmingly intimate when any chance he may get. Touching his women, covering them and everything all of that entails are some of his favorite things to do. He will never make them and jealously has never had a place among his thoughts, so generally he asks once and if refused he'll never ask again.
chemdog
astra inclinant, sed non obligant.
sorry for the wait
it's a little time warp..this thread is in the summer but its technically winter, oh well xD
the beauty of liquid time!
