Show Me, I'll Teach You

[PRIVATE] Show Me, I'll Teach You

Bucephalus the Morningstar Posts: 292

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 6 || Tallsun HP: 67 | Buff: NOVICE

Azeeza :: Orange-breasted Falcon :: None Tribs

11-18-2014, 12:07 PM (This post was last modified: 11-18-2014, 12:07 PM by Bucephalus.)

She followed. A part of the stallion was surprised, the other preening. Of course she'd follow. But why did she? He shook himself of the thoughts, gaze flickering over her before settling on her face. When she reached his side, he began walking, glancing down at her, watching the way she walked over the sand now compared to before. Then she spoke. Remember what she told him? Which part? A puzzled look crossed his face when she looked at his feet, then at him, making the black duck his head to peer at his hooves. Was something the matter with them? "Which part? We spoke quite a bit." He said, ears pricked towards her.

His answer came soon enough as Morrigan spoke again, and he lifted his head back up, blinking. Did he include dance? The image of Morrigan dancing... it was... 'alluring'. Okay, honestly the thought of any mare dancing sent a chill down his spine, but not in disgust. No, this was a rather pleasant chill. A chill that was distracting enough that he almost missed her next words. His gaze focused on her, a sly smirk pulling at his lips. "How can i show you to dance if you wish for me to close my eyes?" He hummed, lowering his head to be even with her, gold eyes gleaming with just about every wicked intention running through his mind. Oh, this was growing far from what he had planned when he first suggested this moonlit meeting, and he quite liked it. "How do i know you will behave? What's stopping you from taking advantage of my innocence?" He grinned then, but complied with her request and closed his eyes.

Without sight, his ears could hear the sounds of the desert a little more keenly; sounds that calmed him, if only a little. But his attention was mostly focused on the mare at his side, ears pricked towards her, catching the gentle rasp of her breath, the rustle of the sand when she moved. Damnit, not helping. Not one bit. So he cocked an ear back, trying to focused on the yipping of coyote in the desert, or the crickets. Anything but the mare's tempting presence.