Velk
02-18-2019, 11:40 PM
do you ever wonder...
...do you ever dream?
He could feel her warm brown eyes boring into his heart. The longer his blue eyes linger upon her, the more he feels himself yearning to touch her. As if she can read his thoughts, she smirks. As Mary reaches out her whiskered muzzle, Velk holds his breath. He feels the warmth of her exhale upon his nape and, only releases his breath when she lightly pulls at his mane. His name whispered on her lips causes his heart to pound within its cavity. His ribcage rises and falls more quickly as her touch stirs every fiber of his being. If his cheeks were white, the male was quite certain her compliment would have him blushing. Velk musters what little self-control he has left and, pulls away.
He steps back until his bright blue eyes can see all of the lady. Instead of a pastel green, she now sports a cloak of brilliant blue (an identical shade of blue to his own) and white. He stares for a moment at her new pattern - his pattern - before he reaches his own muzzle out to her. His whiskers brush her sleek canvas first and then, his soft plush kisses her elegant nape. He keeps his touch light and brief, just long enough to verify her pelt is as real as his. He had known all sorts of Beqanna magic in his short life and yet, this threw him for a loop. Well, now that he has covered that, Velk withdraws his touch. He hears the rest of her lulling words and catches her sweet smile. He returns her smile with a warm smile of his own and then, he replies. "My shade of blue looks stunning on you, Mary. Sylva, you say? I have heard so much talk about the foliage and, yet, you are far more eye-catching."
As the last words roll off of his tongue, the black-and-white stops resisting. A wave of confidence washes over him and Velk decides to act. He steps forward and stretches his muzzle out to the base of her ear. He exhales a warm breath upon her cheek before whispering into her ear, "Tell me, Mary, would you take me home?" Velk could not be sure what would come out of all of this flirting; however, he could not bring himself to stop. He could not remember feeling more alive than he did at her tender touch. She is invigorating, to say the least. The naive male found himself helplessly drawn to her. He wants more - of her whispering his name; of her warm breath upon his skin; of her enchanting smile; of whatever else she has to offer. In fact, he finds that he can only focus on her. His one desire is her. So long as she pulls him in, he will be sure to fall for her.
He steps back until his bright blue eyes can see all of the lady. Instead of a pastel green, she now sports a cloak of brilliant blue (an identical shade of blue to his own) and white. He stares for a moment at her new pattern - his pattern - before he reaches his own muzzle out to her. His whiskers brush her sleek canvas first and then, his soft plush kisses her elegant nape. He keeps his touch light and brief, just long enough to verify her pelt is as real as his. He had known all sorts of Beqanna magic in his short life and yet, this threw him for a loop. Well, now that he has covered that, Velk withdraws his touch. He hears the rest of her lulling words and catches her sweet smile. He returns her smile with a warm smile of his own and then, he replies. "My shade of blue looks stunning on you, Mary. Sylva, you say? I have heard so much talk about the foliage and, yet, you are far more eye-catching."
As the last words roll off of his tongue, the black-and-white stops resisting. A wave of confidence washes over him and Velk decides to act. He steps forward and stretches his muzzle out to the base of her ear. He exhales a warm breath upon her cheek before whispering into her ear, "Tell me, Mary, would you take me home?" Velk could not be sure what would come out of all of this flirting; however, he could not bring himself to stop. He could not remember feeling more alive than he did at her tender touch. She is invigorating, to say the least. The naive male found himself helplessly drawn to her. He wants more - of her whispering his name; of her warm breath upon his skin; of her enchanting smile; of whatever else she has to offer. In fact, he finds that he can only focus on her. His one desire is her. So long as she pulls him in, he will be sure to fall for her.
Velk
@[Mary]