08-26-2021, 01:15 PM
(This post was last modified: 08-27-2021, 12:53 PM by Cassiell.
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Well, at least one thing could be said of the little unicorn: she was far from boring. Good. The clever ones always made things a little more interesting. And as she asked that first question, innocuous though it was, he could already hear the gears begin to turn, the chess pieces slowly chink into place. Eyelids lowering to see his golden orbs half-hooded, he observed the petite buckskin in that wane light of late afternoon, studying her countenance. The set of her head. The way she peeled that wayward leaf from her slick skin.
Silence was his only response for a time, the seconds ticking onward while the breeze played between them. When finally he spoke again, it was merely to point out in his dark baritone: "Which is a question in and of itself. But surely you realize that." Ears flicking forward, the brute arched his neck and lurched his larger frame into motion, setting himself on an unhurried promenade which would see him circling about the femme, granting her and that sharp horn of hers a wide berth all the while. "But I suppose," he sighed over the sound of his tarnished hooves sinking into the damp earth, his own tone taking on a bored sort of cadence while he spoke, "in answer to your question. I will just have to try harder to whet your curiosity." Flicking his tangled cascade of a tail against his hocks as though in punctuation to such words, the stallion shot the little mare a glance out of the corner of his eye before he finally completed his first rotation and moved to pause before her once more.
"Which brings me to my turn," he declared on a soft rumble, each word tainted by the undeniable self-assuredness of a male clearly accustomed to getting his way. Cocking an ear in her direction in time to the faintest tilting of his large skull, he posed without further prelude: "In what territory do you live?"
There was no heat to the question. No burning undertones of a seductive air. He was simply matter-of-fact. Cool. Almost business-like in the presentation of a question that would be considered quite personal to some. And then it was just a matter of waiting, to see if his newfound playmate would take the bait and answer his prying inquiry, to see if she would even care to continue their little game. Or would she simply walk away?
Silence was his only response for a time, the seconds ticking onward while the breeze played between them. When finally he spoke again, it was merely to point out in his dark baritone: "Which is a question in and of itself. But surely you realize that." Ears flicking forward, the brute arched his neck and lurched his larger frame into motion, setting himself on an unhurried promenade which would see him circling about the femme, granting her and that sharp horn of hers a wide berth all the while. "But I suppose," he sighed over the sound of his tarnished hooves sinking into the damp earth, his own tone taking on a bored sort of cadence while he spoke, "in answer to your question. I will just have to try harder to whet your curiosity." Flicking his tangled cascade of a tail against his hocks as though in punctuation to such words, the stallion shot the little mare a glance out of the corner of his eye before he finally completed his first rotation and moved to pause before her once more.
"Which brings me to my turn," he declared on a soft rumble, each word tainted by the undeniable self-assuredness of a male clearly accustomed to getting his way. Cocking an ear in her direction in time to the faintest tilting of his large skull, he posed without further prelude: "In what territory do you live?"
There was no heat to the question. No burning undertones of a seductive air. He was simply matter-of-fact. Cool. Almost business-like in the presentation of a question that would be considered quite personal to some. And then it was just a matter of waiting, to see if his newfound playmate would take the bait and answer his prying inquiry, to see if she would even care to continue their little game. Or would she simply walk away?
cassiell
temperance is a virtue
Dark Pegasus by Tatiana Yamshanova used with permission.
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