She knows, with a coy little smile, that he is close. She can smell the testosterone on his skin...the way his eye lingers on the curves of her form. When he decides to take her, she gives a rather weak protest knowing full well that she could defend herself if she had decided but only ploys to be playful with him.
With the sinking of his teeth into her mane, her flesh. Cryil leans against him before in a moment's time, the deed if finished and she is sealed to him though the mix of DNA. Already the mare knew she would be heavy with his child but didn't seem to mind the idea.
The ivory and onyx tail flicks against her chiseled quarters as she pivots to face the male. Cryil likes that he is tall (and perhaps that he puts her in her place though she won't admit it). Her green eyes find his own beneath the tangled forelocks. He utters 'mine' so low that she cranes to hear before 'yours now' follows. The painted beauty looks over the expanse of land that was now her home. "Cryil." She mentions as she looks to were his eyes roam. "Your name?"
C R Y I L
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