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01-19-2016, 09:35 PM
Sleek. Dangerous. Powerful. Every step was taken with precision, with confidence and poise with every crunched progression across the frozen tundra, muscles coiling and riplling upon an ebony brindled hide. The cold seeped past her coat, radiating through raw muscle and bone, sinking into her core and driving her onwards. Molten-gold and frozen-silver oculars surveyed her surroundings, watching, waiting, teeth gnashing and lips quivering with every step that the prowling beast took. The Frostbreath Steppe was just as she remembered; barren and frozen. Little was different from what she could remember, and that was good. Rhiannon detested change. Maybe that was one of the reasons that she enjoyed calling the Basin her home; change rarely happened... And when it did occur, it was only for the better. Hopefully it would stay that way. There was, however, something different on this particular stroll. A figure stood in the distance, speckled and splattered with whites, browns, and blacks, and the brindled devil's dual-toned gaze narrowed as she sized up her prey. Large horns were held proudly upon the female's brow, but her colors, well... They did not carry the intoxicating allure that other females held. No, Rhiannon enjoyed the exotic collorations of those that she desired to bed, so perhaps this youngling was safe. Slinking forward like a stalking predator, hooves crunching the snow beneath her supple weight, Rhiannon spoke. "You should be careful what you wish for, little miss." A flirtatious purr escaped Rhiannon's dark lips before she could truly stop herself. She'd already indulged on one mare since returning to Helovia... Did she dare move on to another? The answer would remain to be seen. Perhaps. "If you are looking for action, you've come to he wrong place." This youngling did not smell of the Basin. She smelt foreign, different, like an outsider. Lifting her jaw, Rhiannon's gaze bore down on the shorter female, teeth clenched tightly within her maw. Hopefully she would pick her words carefully. "The Steppe offers little for entertainment." Speaking to this triple-toned creature, Rhiannon felt her heart calm itself into a steady throb within her ebony breast. Nothing stirred in her loins for this little mistress. Perhaps that was for the best. @Eira |
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