06-28-2018, 04:00 PM
Unsurprisingly there’s no one around to hear her pathetic attempt at comforting herself. The rocks and shrubs do little to offer their condolences to her delicate state of mind either, but their quiet presence alone is a warmly welcomed contrast to what she’d been used to lately. They wouldn’t judge her for dropping her tactful mask for awhile, allowing herself to loosen the corset of restraint she’d donned expertly some time ago. Perhaps this would be just as good a time as any to allow herself to tap into the rising swell of whatever the hell it was she had been trying so desperately to repress. With that thought now deeply rooted and the expulsion of a tightly drawn breath, Breckin forces herself to physically and mentally relax, at last shedding the skin of self preservation.
The completion of her mental transformation had only just finished when the undisputed sounds of footfalls worm their way into her cognition. The darkness of her eyes flicker with mild annoyance as they turn in time to watch the approach of an unknown stallion. A chord of familiarity is stricken somewhere deep within her but she has no time to appreciate the sensation as whatever psychological strip dance she just did for herself has left her feeling openly raw and naked. There would be no time to draw the curtain back before this interaction was to take place, so whoever he was, she would receive him with unbridled exposure.
At the very least, Breckin matches the smile upon his lips, as he stills nearby, allowing herself the time necessary to take in the contrasting colors that painted his coat before answering him. “Doubtful, gent. I’m the type of person that’s hard to forget once you’ve met me.” Whatever annoyance had first plagued her dark eyes gives way to humor as she tilts her head a fraction to the side, “Something tells me you are too.”
“I’m Breckin.”
@[Wolfbane]
The completion of her mental transformation had only just finished when the undisputed sounds of footfalls worm their way into her cognition. The darkness of her eyes flicker with mild annoyance as they turn in time to watch the approach of an unknown stallion. A chord of familiarity is stricken somewhere deep within her but she has no time to appreciate the sensation as whatever psychological strip dance she just did for herself has left her feeling openly raw and naked. There would be no time to draw the curtain back before this interaction was to take place, so whoever he was, she would receive him with unbridled exposure.
At the very least, Breckin matches the smile upon his lips, as he stills nearby, allowing herself the time necessary to take in the contrasting colors that painted his coat before answering him. “Doubtful, gent. I’m the type of person that’s hard to forget once you’ve met me.” Whatever annoyance had first plagued her dark eyes gives way to humor as she tilts her head a fraction to the side, “Something tells me you are too.”
“I’m Breckin.”
@[Wolfbane]