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06-28-2016, 12:27 PM
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Xolani pain is an illusion, this is just a bruisin' His voice lingered in the still air of the caves as he nudged her side, inviting her to follow him toward a different area of the underground caverns. The mare blushed ever-so-slightly at his touch, lowering her gaze shyly to the ground for a moment. The darkness reminded her that she need not fear the revelations that her pelt might reveal, and as she followed him, she felt emboldened by the knowledge that he was now just as in the dark (no pun intended) regarding her thoughts as she was regarding his. As they walked, she noticed the way that he protected her from the narrow halls and scraping rocks. It brought a small smile to her face, affection evident upon her features. Xolani had never learned to hide her emotions (nor would she want to hide them even if she had), and each dim ray of light that danced across the petite lines of her visage revealed more than any color of her coat could. The Glowing Room was as lovely as promised and as luminescent as its name suggested. A gentle blue-green light washed over the mare's ivory pelt, providing just enough light to make out the awestruck shapes (if not their colors) dancing across her coat. Moss had appeared upon the floor, muffling their sharp hoofbeats upon the stone floors of the caves; it wove its way intricately up the walls, eventually becoming hidden behind the gently glowing leaves of the trees dotting the room. Somewhere in the back, Xolani could just barely make out the sound of falling water; upon closer inspection, she could see the way the teal light danced upon the cascade. A wide grin split her features as she pranced in place, bobbing her head enthusiastically up and down as she turned her attention back to Ilios. Her breath caught in her throat as she noticed the way he was looking at her. Her heart hammered even more quickly as he reached to pluck one of the lovely, glowing flowers from a vine to settle it in her mane beside his feather. The brush of his muzzle against her ear sent a brief, anticipatory shudder along her spine, drawing orange blooms to the surface of her coat. They looked a muddy brown in the blue-green light, but the shapes were quite clear - and, if he were to look, quite embarrassing, given the mare's current, shall we say, longing. His lips caressed their way down her neck and to her shoulder, leaving her breathless and shivering beneath his touch. Her gaze, bright and burning, rose to try to find his. She reached out slowly, unsure, never having been this close with anyone else before (never having wanted anyone else before), trying to mimic his movement. She wanted to trace the strong lines of his neck (slowly, tantalizingly) before resting her muzzle firmly on his chest, right above where his heart would be. Is this what love feels like? Think think think. |
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Use of force and/or magic (with the exception of death) is allowed at all times.
Want to plot with Xolani? Visit her plot page here!
