10-09-2016, 09:04 PM
Hohotep
She is moving through the mist, the cloud, the darkness. Each hoof fall is delicate and muffled from the damp soil, sinking beneath her weight. The black mare emerges from the wet embrace with floating orange eyes against the inky black of her skin. Her form halts when the scent of another floats towards her. Nostrils engorge themselves till they are satisfied and release the frozen stature of her body, moving towards the source of testosterone.
When she breaks through the fog, he stands like a fucking onyx god amongst pitiful fools of coal. The black lioness cocks her head slightly as a smirk begins toying over her lips. She moves right on over to the stallion (but leaving a bit of space if she needed to dance out of his grasp) with the smirk still tugging at her pretty lips. The pumpkin hued eyes catch his when her lips finally part. "Hello there." The tones are low and velvety as most mares were but where others shy away from darkness, well, it only draws Tep in more.
"Never seen you around before." Tep can taste his masculinity on his skin and it makes her shiver with a smile. The ripple of muscle and sinew under his skin causes her body to respond with a tight heat in her breast. "I'm Hohotep." The woman breathes the words, weaving them carefully into the space between them. "What's you name?" The orange eyes dance against the dark pelt, only snuffed out when the lids fall in a blink. Tep watches him carefully with unabashed intrigue.
When she breaks through the fog, he stands like a fucking onyx god amongst pitiful fools of coal. The black lioness cocks her head slightly as a smirk begins toying over her lips. She moves right on over to the stallion (but leaving a bit of space if she needed to dance out of his grasp) with the smirk still tugging at her pretty lips. The pumpkin hued eyes catch his when her lips finally part. "Hello there." The tones are low and velvety as most mares were but where others shy away from darkness, well, it only draws Tep in more.
"Never seen you around before." Tep can taste his masculinity on his skin and it makes her shiver with a smile. The ripple of muscle and sinew under his skin causes her body to respond with a tight heat in her breast. "I'm Hohotep." The woman breathes the words, weaving them carefully into the space between them. "What's you name?" The orange eyes dance against the dark pelt, only snuffed out when the lids fall in a blink. Tep watches him carefully with unabashed intrigue.
the black lioness