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Outcast atk: 4 | def: 8.5 | dam: 7.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.0 :: 8 years HP: 66 | Buff: NOVICE

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#10

07-10-2015, 08:40 PM

     Rohan
    The shortest moment of silence settles between them after his broad voice fades into the wispy white winds of winter. Fluted ears are tilted forward, lying in wait for the mare’s answer, but the core of the stallion’s attention is drifting from their conversation, carrying his thoughts down a much more desirable, much more animalistic path. For their breath of silence, his green eyes wander from her face, following the lines and curves of her neck, her shoulder, her back. So inviting is the female body, alluring without even an effort on her part, playing games and tricks with the more lustful parts of his mind—tangling him in a web that he is only so willing to walk into.

    It is Rexanna’s movement that forces the Warlander to resurface from his immoral haze (if only for a short while) when she tosses her head, playing with the golden chain that hangs from her horn. Rohan returns her smile with a more subdued one of his own, his dark lips twisting into something between a smirk and a scowl, but it is soon gone and replaced with a more neutral expression.

    “Wings, you say?” The antlered stallion muses, pursing his brown lips as they twist with a dry chuckle. Where he comes from, there hadn’t been many equine creatures with wings—and the few that were there were automatically ranked low in class in consequence for their “deformities.” It was a rule that his father had pressed hard to enforce, though Rohan had never agreed with it (not that he had agreed with much of anything his father had done). If nothing else, he had always envied their wings—he could only imagine what it must be like to fly! What a truly liberating feeling it must bring.

    Shifting his weight and flicking his thick tail around his muscled flanks, the large stallion returns the green of his eyes to Rexanna, evenly meeting the icy blue of her own gaze. “I wonder what purpose a chain would serve to children—discipline? A mark of heritage? Custom, perhaps?” Rohan mostly ponders to himself, the tone of his voice not requesting an answer despite his curiosity. “We apparently didn’t have such a luxury where I’m from,” he chuckles cynically to himself, shaking his head. He had the luxury of stone castle walls, servants, and duties in Etherim—nothing to keep with him, only memories that fade with time (some not fast enough).

    Tucking his head in towards his chest, the Warlander peers at the golden mare from beneath his brow, his shadow-cast eyes brooding with mischief. “Why do you continue to wear it?” His tone is nonthreatening, the main part of his attention shifting with his deep voice as he continues, and though her answer is inconsequential, “You are obviously not a child anymore.” Rohan’s eyes wander again, hardly discreet, to the curves of her figure—obviously not the body of a girl, but a woman.

    notes; sorry again for the horrible wait! x[
    tag; @[Rexanna]
    “Speech.”