Jesper
05-04-2018, 06:06 PM
The tropical island, Ischia, may be his home now; however, ebony stag had barely spent time in the jungle. He is far from used to living in her warmth. That being said, his desert heritage does not offer much protection in the way of a fur pelt. The adrenaline coursing through his chassis does offer some warmth as blood pressure increases with heightened alertness. And, these days, Jesper is always on alert. Bronze-tipped lobes swivel like antennae and, aquamarine gaze scans the Sylvan depths, continuously. His nostrils filter through each odor and, store it within cranium for recollection. He catches the slippery voice of the pony from the shadows and, immediately, form swivels to face the clown.
Icy blue gaze locks with his sky blue orbs and, smirk pulls lips back. So, Morty has come out to play! Limbs shuffle beneath toned physique in sheer anticipation. Bring it on, punk. Poll lifts and crest arches as ebony equine braces himself for more than just words. Unshod keratin tap the ground, impatiently. Jesper feels it might be best to remain silent; to bite his tongue and, not add to the proverbial fire. Alas, he had to see what the clown could do. "I came back for Sylva. I am impressed with what you have done with the place, though. And, in such a short time." Smirk widens as poll lowers slowly to display a less offensive stance. Ears freeze facing the clown, rather than pinning themselves to his poll. He need not give away his subconscious too early. Let the clown think he is playing his game.
Icy blue gaze locks with his sky blue orbs and, smirk pulls lips back. So, Morty has come out to play! Limbs shuffle beneath toned physique in sheer anticipation. Bring it on, punk. Poll lifts and crest arches as ebony equine braces himself for more than just words. Unshod keratin tap the ground, impatiently. Jesper feels it might be best to remain silent; to bite his tongue and, not add to the proverbial fire. Alas, he had to see what the clown could do. "I came back for Sylva. I am impressed with what you have done with the place, though. And, in such a short time." Smirk widens as poll lowers slowly to display a less offensive stance. Ears freeze facing the clown, rather than pinning themselves to his poll. He need not give away his subconscious too early. Let the clown think he is playing his game.
jesper
carnage x bethanie
@[Modicum Mortem]