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05-19-2015, 09:49 PM
He followed her, trailing from a distance. He was quiet as he moved, each hoof carefully placed as to not create a sound. His dark body demanded attention. A 17 hand stud with muscles that bulged with each movement, even minute, would certainly draw attention. He trailed behind her, she'd only spot him if she glanced backwards, and she never did. Caleb rarely followed anyone, but she drew him in. Maybe it was her smell or perhaps just her body. He was annoyed and irritated with himself. Why the fuck was he following her? After she briefly halts, she heads towards the river. His ivory muzzle dips towards the ground, ears pinning. With determination, he stalked towards her at a smooth and graceful trot, his head continuing to stay low and ears still flat.
He slid to a halt next to her, brows furrowing and head rising proudly. He looked menacing, with a stern expression, lips resting in a hard line, and ears still pinned. He towered over her golden body, dwarfing her. His eyes quickly looked over her, beginning at her muzzle, traveling down a gold spine, then down each leg. Ending his once-over, his eyes firmly stare at the general direction of hers, his feathered tail writhing behind him like a snake. His presence demanded to be noticed. He waited for some sort of awcknowledgement as she drank.
Though young, he is still very much a stallion and he finds that he very much wants her. The stallion feels somewhat... Protective, wanting to hide her from the dangers of the world. Within him, he feels the need to heed her away, claim her, whatever the fuck needs to be done to make her his. He inhales quickly, and exhales with such force that his nostrils quiver and he dances in place, eyes alight with excitement. It was a sort of 'do you want to play?' look he gave her, yet neither of them were children. This would be the adult version.
He'd only been standing next to her for a few seconds, but time seemed to move slowly and seconds turned into minutes. Surely Caleb would not get bored, but he would get aggravated. Caleb gets what he wants, the easy way or the hard way. A flash of mischief dances across his features as she finishes her drink (or he assumes she is finishing) and he waits with held breath to see her eyes and face. The eyes and face that match this deceptively innocent looking physique.
@[Rexanna] I guess he likes her?
He slid to a halt next to her, brows furrowing and head rising proudly. He looked menacing, with a stern expression, lips resting in a hard line, and ears still pinned. He towered over her golden body, dwarfing her. His eyes quickly looked over her, beginning at her muzzle, traveling down a gold spine, then down each leg. Ending his once-over, his eyes firmly stare at the general direction of hers, his feathered tail writhing behind him like a snake. His presence demanded to be noticed. He waited for some sort of awcknowledgement as she drank.
Though young, he is still very much a stallion and he finds that he very much wants her. The stallion feels somewhat... Protective, wanting to hide her from the dangers of the world. Within him, he feels the need to heed her away, claim her, whatever the fuck needs to be done to make her his. He inhales quickly, and exhales with such force that his nostrils quiver and he dances in place, eyes alight with excitement. It was a sort of 'do you want to play?' look he gave her, yet neither of them were children. This would be the adult version.
He'd only been standing next to her for a few seconds, but time seemed to move slowly and seconds turned into minutes. Surely Caleb would not get bored, but he would get aggravated. Caleb gets what he wants, the easy way or the hard way. A flash of mischief dances across his features as she finishes her drink (or he assumes she is finishing) and he waits with held breath to see her eyes and face. The eyes and face that match this deceptively innocent looking physique.
@[Rexanna] I guess he likes her?
