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A cool breeze tousled the dulled silken threads lining the last length of his long, bony tail and Hector ceased his stride to glance back across his shoulder. The water-body was so alien to him; so unlike everything he’d come to both love and appreciate, and suddenly he had a niggling urge to learn why it entranced her so. He wanted to know why darkness was her chosen coat, why she basked beneath the moon and not the sun. Twitching lips lowered to dip beneath a sprawling wave, parting to taste its quality before it drowned in the bubbling sand of the beach. There was nothing pleasant about it, nothing particularly attractive about any such seawater
all around Helovia... The stallion’s velvety red nose pinched, tongue licking away the residual brackish taste, and the sound of her soft tone drew his skull back around.
Her pretty bay mask hid little of the shyness breaking through her delicate, reserved expression. He found it alluring; sleek black forelock slipping like a veil across her luminous blue eyes, neck arced just enough to compliment the already demure poise of her small (because she
was next to him), shapely body. Hector stepped towards her with his neck extending, pursed lips reaching to try to brush the hair from her face.
“Every moment...” he answered caringly, flouting all boundaries that had lingered for too long. Hot breath inched nearer to her ears, eager to touch, to stroke and caress each supple cup. He was intoxicated, driven by both instinct and overwhelming fascination to pursue her; the sultry taste of her voice only feeding his expanding desire.
In that moment he wanted her to tease him; to feed his longing only enough, to lead him on- that lustful dance.
Her eyes sought his, and fiery depths roamed helplessly forward, delirious; panting nostrils falling from her poll, the thick unruly mane woven stylishly around her ears. Morana stepped closer; fleshy hind swinging to the rhythm of her commanding stride, covering the distance his neck alone could breach, and blinking, Hector found a playfulness looming in the depths of her haunting pools.
“Fun?” he repeated vaguely, not disinterested, but completely drunk as her enchanting aroma drowned his sense.
Toy with me... his mind hummed disjointedly, and Veci probed unsuccessfully there, trying vainly to pull his bonded free.
[ooc: again, I hope you don’t mind I power-played her appearance slightly :3]
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