02-17-2017, 08:04 PM
Pretty.
It's the word that slithers into his mind as the mercury of his gaze finds her gleaming and glinting in the filtered autumn sunlight. She walks boldly, shamelessly. The dark stallion does not hide beneath her gaze. Lior watches as she plucks a path between the scarred and naked trunks. It was hard to miss either of them amongst the burning colors of autumn fire. "Mare." He speaks flatly as she is closing the space between them and Lior taking a place off the side of the path so he may make room for her to move past him, a nod offered.
The path that they currently shared was beaten from decades of foot traffic. Horses, deer, bob cats had all traversed by the cave. They had all been pilgrims at one point or another. He edges closer to the mouth of his former home as she is close enough for him to catch the sweet water scent dripping from her skin. Gardenias and rose water. The savage in his throat makes him salivate slightly with repressed frustration but the stallion bites back with practiced ease. Silver eyes watch unabashedly as the sharp slate beneath his hooves echo in the depths of the cold cave.
She holds herself squarely, the indention of a finely muscled hip, the small tangles of damp mane caressing her neck with silent jealous rage. He envies them for but a moment before returning his focus towards her face. She seemed to be slowing but Lior remains tall, stony. What did this water nymph want with a beast such as he? Wings lift slightly as he absentmindedly moves them to stretch beneath the warmth's dying rays of sunlight.
It's the word that slithers into his mind as the mercury of his gaze finds her gleaming and glinting in the filtered autumn sunlight. She walks boldly, shamelessly. The dark stallion does not hide beneath her gaze. Lior watches as she plucks a path between the scarred and naked trunks. It was hard to miss either of them amongst the burning colors of autumn fire. "Mare." He speaks flatly as she is closing the space between them and Lior taking a place off the side of the path so he may make room for her to move past him, a nod offered.
The path that they currently shared was beaten from decades of foot traffic. Horses, deer, bob cats had all traversed by the cave. They had all been pilgrims at one point or another. He edges closer to the mouth of his former home as she is close enough for him to catch the sweet water scent dripping from her skin. Gardenias and rose water. The savage in his throat makes him salivate slightly with repressed frustration but the stallion bites back with practiced ease. Silver eyes watch unabashedly as the sharp slate beneath his hooves echo in the depths of the cold cave.
She holds herself squarely, the indention of a finely muscled hip, the small tangles of damp mane caressing her neck with silent jealous rage. He envies them for but a moment before returning his focus towards her face. She seemed to be slowing but Lior remains tall, stony. What did this water nymph want with a beast such as he? Wings lift slightly as he absentmindedly moves them to stretch beneath the warmth's dying rays of sunlight.