who cares if hell awaits? Gendry

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. A shadow dips and cool from overhead but the honeycombed woman pays no mind. After all, it was a ceaseless blue sky with the smallest wisps of cloud bits. She looks to the stallion that drifts near her, eyes too hooded and a smile too wide as he approaches in an unabashed manner. He invades her space, almost corralling her away but as Maribel begins to protest with pinned lobes and sharp incisors, there is a shift in the air. From above and in the blink of an eye, he lands. A large male, far taller than Mari, plops himself right in the midst of the rogue male attempting to herd Maribel off to some unknown location. The winged stallion begins to address his manner of arrival, shifting his form to equine when the brutish stallion turns tail and flees. The surprise of the manner sends Mari into a fit of colors, (like spinning a color wheel). From a lime green to cherry red and all the colors in-between flush her form till without any thought that a vivid cobalt blue that saturated her finely etched form. A thick plume of indigo-violet bleeds across her brow as her unruly forelock covers the sapphire of her eyes. "Well hello Gendry-" Her tones are mildly annoyed with the frustration of being unable to see before a toss of her skull sends the deep blue-purple mane in a flip of a flag. "I'm Maribel." A smile tangles across her lips as she looks around for the savage stallion that had been crowding her but upon seeing him hightailing it away, her gaze returns to her reddish companion. "I'm glad you showed up." Her laugh is soft as she meets his gaze once the peals drift to a small chuckle. "Nice to meet you." The now blue mare tilts her head slightly as her lips meet once more when she falls quiet before him. Eyes fall over him as she notes his unique hue, the trained eyes as they are on her. He is taller, fuller to the eye but Mari is always willing to meet and greet. The slender woman shifts her weight to the hind left leg as her right lifts to drive at the insects tickling her belly. The summer sun was fat and full above (and clearly jealous) of the equines so it's lustful gaze warms their backs in an unrelenting embrace. M A R I B E  L