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08-09-2015, 09:41 PM
No one has more thirst for earth, for blood, and for ferocious sexuality than the creature who stands in the snowy field watching a dual-colored femme grow enamored by her surroundings. He watches her like a starving man looks at food, a deep craving composed of desire and need. An odd concoction of not only does it look good, but I need it. The girl is slight, nimble and short. A treat to be eaten with ecstasy, something to give temporary heat to the aching numbness of feeling only the cold of his iron facade. She is a fairy-girl, wrapped up in the majesty of snow and icicles, thirsty for company. She could devour the man cloaked in shadows and secrecy as easily as he could, her. His game is a sensitive game where a female must give something, be it the innocence of virginity or a chance to have a stallion rock ecstasy through her body as roughly and primal as possible.
He stalks towards her, eyes focused on her flank, which he aims to stand at, side-by-side with the mare he will surely dwarf. She seems innocent, young and carefree. The brute could trace the contrast of pale porcelain and dark tawny along her body, leave hot trails of fire with his muzzle, burn kisses into her skin with lips that desire nothing but her. His eyes are indifferent, detached, but his body, his groin, desperately wants her. The formality of the man remains, he stays a respectful distance, simply there, quiet yet firm. His strong presence is undeniable, words do not need to be uttered for this young girl to take notice. Words aren't needed for this interaction. It is simply two horses watching, watching the world slip away minute by minute, second by second. Until, finally... "Hello." His voice is deep, ricocheting in an echo across the snow-covered land, solidly masculine. There is nothing else to describe Caleb besides undeniably masculine, undeniably man.
ooc: this was horrible, sorry :x
He stalks towards her, eyes focused on her flank, which he aims to stand at, side-by-side with the mare he will surely dwarf. She seems innocent, young and carefree. The brute could trace the contrast of pale porcelain and dark tawny along her body, leave hot trails of fire with his muzzle, burn kisses into her skin with lips that desire nothing but her. His eyes are indifferent, detached, but his body, his groin, desperately wants her. The formality of the man remains, he stays a respectful distance, simply there, quiet yet firm. His strong presence is undeniable, words do not need to be uttered for this young girl to take notice. Words aren't needed for this interaction. It is simply two horses watching, watching the world slip away minute by minute, second by second. Until, finally... "Hello." His voice is deep, ricocheting in an echo across the snow-covered land, solidly masculine. There is nothing else to describe Caleb besides undeniably masculine, undeniably man.
ooc: this was horrible, sorry :x
