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Bruises - Elspeth - 06-14-2016
@Graasvoel <3 RE: Bruises - Graasvoel - 06-17-2016
The two mares he had met in the meadow, before, had scattered silently, much the the behemoth’s disappointment and annoyance. It seemed he had much better luck with the fairer sex in both Uulamah (obviously) and the plateaus (surprisingly). However, the ever avid man was not to be thwarted, and instead he continued to wander in pursuit of a more receptive woman. And where else to find an amenable woman than to follow the scent of hormones and pheromones? His nostrils flared as he left the Edge’s borders, following the southern wind that carried the bouquet of provocative scents. Wherever they were coming from, this was his kind of place. He took to the skies, soaring on the souther wind as he deeply breathed in the warm, scented air. His great wings rarely flapped— they were crafted for gliding on air currents. So he wheeled and turned, slowly making his way over a pond surrounded by willows. It was quaint, really, and certainly the water added an extra-dimension to the possibilities of extra-curricular fun. And fate smiled on him as he dropped from the sky and approached the willows, finding the small, cream colored mare from the meadow crashing into the cert lake that drew his attention. Pale ears perk as his large hooves landed heavily on the plush, moist soil. A grin lighted his black-marked face, hearing the auburn-haired woman speaking to herself. Elspeth. So he now knew her name, and it was an endearing one. He walked forward on tall, thick legs, feathered hooves just breaching the shallows of the water. Perhaps it had been clear, but her crashing had made the water murky. “Hello, lovely lady,” his rough voice rolled out over the rippling water, “it seems you ran off from me last time. Did I do something to offend you?” His smile was easy, his posture relaxed, great wings tucked loosely into his sides. graasvoel @Elspeth I hope it's okay how he interpreted how their last thread ended <3 RE: Bruises - Elspeth - 06-27-2016
@Graasvoel <3 RE: Bruises - Graasvoel - 06-30-2016
Her lovely amber eyes tried to remain on his stark face, but he could not help but notice how often they flittered towards his wings. His black-streaked skull cocked slightly, before her hesitant, lilting voice explained her previous escape and jittery gaze. She had never seen one with wings before? —did that mean she had never been with a winged man before? Suddenly this petite, gorgeous little woman had even more appeal for the Korofi stallion. He cannot help the slight ruffling of his feathers as her gaze freely trails his large appendages, ’There are many large things about me, sweetheart,’ but his overtly flirtatious words died on his lips as a question fell out hers. And he laughed, a loud, bawdy guffaw came out his dark muzzle as his yellow eyes danced in amusement. He had been complimented on his prowess and experience before, but never (even in intimate matters) had he been accused of godliness. “No, sweet Elspeth,” his rough voice came from between chuckles, “I am no god,” he paused assessing the mare’s nervous apprehension and softening his outright roguish words to a simple, “Just a man looking to enjoy the company of a woman.” It was then that he realized she was at a disadvantage for his name. Though, to be certain, there were many women who had known the vulture but not his name, the mare’s hesitant and worried demeanor strongly hinted that this woman was not of that sort. So, his rough voice sounded again, “Forgive me, lovely, I am Graasvoel. But call me Gaal.” He took a few, long strides in the water, feeling the alluring play of water on his feather legs. To distract himself from such a pleasing sensation, he asked, “Are you new to Helovia, then? I just recently passed through the Threshold.” graasvoel @Elspeth RE: Bruises - Elspeth - 07-06-2016
@Graasvoel I got tired of the purple but still like the picture xD RE: Bruises - Graasvoel - 07-13-2016
Her apprehension was plain to see—this delightfully slender little woman did little to hide her emotions (which, he knew, could lead to incredibly exuberant and rewarding relations between the two). But, alas, this fear of him, his size, or his wings would likely keep either of them from experiencing that. So the colossal stallion stopped his leisurely walk into the water, the cool liquid lapping gently at his massive knees. But she didn’t run—no, her lovely amber eyes were still glued to his wings, tucked loosely at his sides. Yellow and red eyes sharpen on her face, crafty thoughts darting through his surprisingly cunning mind (he often kept his shrewd intelligence smothered, for women like to feel that they are smarter than the men they sleep with; which, truthfully, was fine with the vulture). His starkly white face dipped in understanding as she answered his question, his rough voice sounding to answer the question of her own, “Yes, I reside in the World’s Edge. The fancy name drew me in,” he winked in jest, “Yourself?” He paused for a moment, still watching her close inspection of and darting gaze to his feathered appendages. And then—slowly— he partially unfurled his right wing, massive feathers carefully spreading, the tips of his primaries brushing the surface of the water and sending ripples across the pool. “You can touch it, Elspeth,” a roguish grin crossed his muzzle, “I promise I don’t bite.” At least, not unless you want me to. But he kept that thought to himself, for he didn’t want to scare off the pretty little woman. In fact, just the opposite. So he stood as still and unassuming as he could, offering the woman an opportunity to physically inspect the wing that she seemed equal parts terrified by and fascinated with. graasvoel @Elspeth RE: Bruises - Elspeth - 07-24-2016
@Graasvoel :D RE: Bruises - Graasvoel - 08-27-2016
A low chuckle rumbled in the back of his throat as she proclaimed that the World’s Edge sounded ’dangerous.’ His heavy, bearded head cocked slightly as his sharp, yellow gaze watched her closely, listening to her answer. He had heard of the Basin, it had been said in passing during his time in the Edge. Though he hadn’t visited it nor flown over it; the mountains’ rough updrafts reminded him too much of flying the plateaus. And he was all to happy to leave that behind him. He remained quiet for a moment, his own face brightening with a grin to mirror the same sudden, exuberant amusement that bubbled to hers at his invitation to touch his wing. He still watched her closely, appreciating how dazzling her amber eyes became when not clouded with fear or apprehension. Those were the kind of eyes a man loves to look into— especially when in the throes of passion. But, (surprisingly) obeying to her command, he stayed relatively still as she approached with caution. He is not ignorant to the pleasant feeling of the ripples her legs send crashing into his thick columns; nor does he miss how delicately her muzzle brushed against his feathers. Her muzzle—it was freckled. He hadn’t noticed that before. “They’re so…soft.” And he broke his vow of stillness as, again, he outright laughed at the woman’s words, his wing moving with his barrel’s vibration of amusement, “That’s the first time I’ve heard that as a compliment,” his words came from between chuckles. But, as his chuckles faded, he continued to watch her, his wing (still slowly) spreading out further, “You can feel as much as you’d like,” his rough voice was as genuine as his laughter—and he tried to hide the ulterior meaning of his words, though he wasn’t sure he was succeeded. She was a beautiful little mare, after all, and they were in water surrounded by the scents of coupling. So he took a deep breath, continuing on an earlier vein of their conversation, “I haven’t been to the Basin,” the topic change was quick, “But the Edge isn’t too dangerous. Just some high, misty sea cliffs. Besides, little Elspeth, a little danger makes you feel alive. It just might do you some good,” and he winked playfully (if a little suggestively) at her. graasvoel |