Ygritte
12-28-2019, 09:13 PM
BETTER BEWARE, I GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
DEVIL-MAY-CARE WITH A LUST FOR LIFE
If she had been human, her soft hands would have folded politely in front of her frock in a modest gesture of harmlessness. She was a stranger in lands so familliar and it was best to offer the respect earned by the current residents.
He is heavily adorned in wide antlers and of the most attractive hue of red that she has been blessed to witness. A dark eyed, shy stallion trapped between a world of the thriving dramatics and the solitude that Sylva offered. A smile draws over her salmon painted lips in response to his stoic actions. He is wary and cautious (as he should) of the smaller mare and her appearance amongst the stark trees.
Honey thick eyes are watchful and noting how he is just off enough in case she was a wolf beneath long lashes and tumbling salmon hair. Ygritte knows and understands him better than he could imagine but her heart is exposed and open for his investigation. Ygritte shifts her hips from one leg to the other in a slow, deliberate manner to convey the genuine smile that brushes her lips. She is ready for his dissection, offered willingly.
"Hello." The word slips between the pink lips softly as she studies him from heavy lashes of her left eye. Ygritte finds herself nervous and vulnerable beneath the steel of his gaze and must break their eye contact briefly to glance away at nothing. They both know there is nothing to take away from her concentration upon him but her breath clutches in her breast momentarily. A shyness spreads like new snow over her whole demeanor as she attempts to catch a small chuckle in her throat but it escapes jaggedly. "I'm Ygritte." The taste of rain and honeysuckle alight her tongue as she divulges her name to the wine stallion.
Her eyes lift away from the fabricated distraction as to meet Brigade's. She presses her lips together once more, a bit uncertain what to say next, as a comfortable silence grows between them. The bay mare has never wavered from interaction but it had been some time since she had spoken, interacted, enjoyed the company of simple conversation. Such little trials could open the desire for needs.
Conversation. Interaction. To be seen again.
It had been easy to escape and hide, to never age and live the life she had been given, but Ygritte had returned to her former home as greedily as a suckling foal. Something drew her away from the sanctuary of her forest home and she met it's call. She felt the need to belong once again. Kreios lived in the depths of her thoughts but she knew that she must move on to thrive (and that he would have wished it). The low sigh of her held breath escapes when she had not realized she had been holding it. Ygritte allows Sylva to fill her, to creep into the crudely stitched wound of her heat, a rise of hope to fill the void left.
"Do you live here?" The words drip from her lips in a swan's song. She smiles openly now, genuine and kind, her eyes bright with growing curiosity. She is eager, hungry, to know of what she has missed.
He is heavily adorned in wide antlers and of the most attractive hue of red that she has been blessed to witness. A dark eyed, shy stallion trapped between a world of the thriving dramatics and the solitude that Sylva offered. A smile draws over her salmon painted lips in response to his stoic actions. He is wary and cautious (as he should) of the smaller mare and her appearance amongst the stark trees.
Honey thick eyes are watchful and noting how he is just off enough in case she was a wolf beneath long lashes and tumbling salmon hair. Ygritte knows and understands him better than he could imagine but her heart is exposed and open for his investigation. Ygritte shifts her hips from one leg to the other in a slow, deliberate manner to convey the genuine smile that brushes her lips. She is ready for his dissection, offered willingly.
"Hello." The word slips between the pink lips softly as she studies him from heavy lashes of her left eye. Ygritte finds herself nervous and vulnerable beneath the steel of his gaze and must break their eye contact briefly to glance away at nothing. They both know there is nothing to take away from her concentration upon him but her breath clutches in her breast momentarily. A shyness spreads like new snow over her whole demeanor as she attempts to catch a small chuckle in her throat but it escapes jaggedly. "I'm Ygritte." The taste of rain and honeysuckle alight her tongue as she divulges her name to the wine stallion.
Her eyes lift away from the fabricated distraction as to meet Brigade's. She presses her lips together once more, a bit uncertain what to say next, as a comfortable silence grows between them. The bay mare has never wavered from interaction but it had been some time since she had spoken, interacted, enjoyed the company of simple conversation. Such little trials could open the desire for needs.
Conversation. Interaction. To be seen again.
It had been easy to escape and hide, to never age and live the life she had been given, but Ygritte had returned to her former home as greedily as a suckling foal. Something drew her away from the sanctuary of her forest home and she met it's call. She felt the need to belong once again. Kreios lived in the depths of her thoughts but she knew that she must move on to thrive (and that he would have wished it). The low sigh of her held breath escapes when she had not realized she had been holding it. Ygritte allows Sylva to fill her, to creep into the crudely stitched wound of her heat, a rise of hope to fill the void left.
"Do you live here?" The words drip from her lips in a swan's song. She smiles openly now, genuine and kind, her eyes bright with growing curiosity. She is eager, hungry, to know of what she has missed.
Ygritte.