They had come, sooner rather than later....
Her ears pricked forward as two gingerbread oculars soaked in the image before her. Peripheral noting his eyes on her, and oh how she had liked that. Coyly she flicked her tail, a quake curving its way serpentine from her neck, across her withers, to her croup. One impressive metal behemoth closed the distance between them, a fascinatingly beautiful creature. Why, he simply oozed with a adamantine glow against the snow covered field. She squinted, momentarily unsighted by the harsh beams the sun rebounded of the stags hide. She wondered if his bodice was as firm as the metal? or perhaps it was pliable and would give 'neath her touch? maybe she would find out for herself. A mischievous smirk briefly wound its way across her hickory hued maw, clearly an inside joke to the outside looking in.
Her lips parted to speak, but wait......
To further appeal for her vainglorious self-view a second delight found his way to her. A blue toned symbol worked its way over his chest and glowed eerily against its stark backdrop. This peeked her curiosity as well, such fine specimen to come greet her, each displaying some seemingly powerful attribute. Her insides burned as the appeal flooded her brain, sending signals of want ,need...a craving, an insatiable want for all things. He had broken into the conversation as any man might begin, the weather..but what followed would be worth hearing. A general he supplied, how delectable she thought. Curving her neck to provide them the best view of her facade she without the normal timid mare hesitation crooned,
"Positively wretched, I'm Killgore" the flint in her eye sparked with some practiced sencerity."and which one of you thinks he'll be taking me home this eve?"
How direct
How arrogant