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10-11-2014, 02:58 PM
Okay, he was beyond amused by now. So far, Helovia had provided quite the entertainment in the form of the two mares. His ears flicked to Elsa, listening to her spiel. Dynamic leaders? He mentally shook his head, his gaze flickering towards the darker Pegasus. Lustful fit her well, he mentally noted as the electric blue mare sidled up close, her entire stance and tone giving a seduction he was sorely tempted by.
As the dark mare spoke, Bucephalus weighted them both in his mind. Two mares, two seemingly different herds. He lifted his head to look at the Falls herd in the distance, but his attention was quickly returned to the mare by his side at the faint brush of a wingtip, his hide twitching instinctively. Tired as he was, even he couldn't miss the suggestion she offered. He glanced at Elsa, noting her almost haughty disposition towards the darker hued mare. Once more he was indecisive, but already was leaning towards a choice.
Elsa had been friendly enough, and quite amusing for the stallion. But the newer mare(he realized he didn't quite know her name) seemed wild, unafraid of whatever anyone thought of her. When she stepped away from his side, the cold stinging his gold-flecked hide once more, well that just solidified his decision. He was growing tired of conversation anyway.
"Rest sounds delightful right now." He said towards the blue tinted mare, his gaze turning to Elsa; he felt no remorse or such, the other had a better offer and more appealing. "If the herds are as friendly as you say they are at the moment, I'm sure we will meet again." He said, dipping his head to the silver Pegasus before stepping towards the darker. "My name is Bucephalus, and yours?" He asked her, wings spreading slightly, preparing for yet another flight.
As the dark mare spoke, Bucephalus weighted them both in his mind. Two mares, two seemingly different herds. He lifted his head to look at the Falls herd in the distance, but his attention was quickly returned to the mare by his side at the faint brush of a wingtip, his hide twitching instinctively. Tired as he was, even he couldn't miss the suggestion she offered. He glanced at Elsa, noting her almost haughty disposition towards the darker hued mare. Once more he was indecisive, but already was leaning towards a choice.
Elsa had been friendly enough, and quite amusing for the stallion. But the newer mare(he realized he didn't quite know her name) seemed wild, unafraid of whatever anyone thought of her. When she stepped away from his side, the cold stinging his gold-flecked hide once more, well that just solidified his decision. He was growing tired of conversation anyway.
"Rest sounds delightful right now." He said towards the blue tinted mare, his gaze turning to Elsa; he felt no remorse or such, the other had a better offer and more appealing. "If the herds are as friendly as you say they are at the moment, I'm sure we will meet again." He said, dipping his head to the silver Pegasus before stepping towards the darker. "My name is Bucephalus, and yours?" He asked her, wings spreading slightly, preparing for yet another flight.
