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08-28-2016, 09:30 AM
Albrecht
The stallion cocks his bearded head at the mare. Her small, stuttering voice is a surprising rarity among the hordes of assertive, self-possessed, and overly confident of Helovia. Her right ear appears injured, tattered in some unknown confrontation, but the rest of her sturdy, compact body seems in good condition, smooth and clean overall, attractive even. He inches closer, turning both ears forward as the winged mare snorts in alarm, a flicker of yellow light shooting away from her anxious face. He grins again, this time less apologetic and more indulgent - of him or her is difficult to say.
"Well, not so alone." He teases, winking one emerald eye at the mare before asking, "Did you mean to be alone?" He knows the reputation of the grove, but perhaps the mare is new here, exploring for the very first time. He can't imagine someone so outwardly timid and apprehensive coming to the privacy of the meadow for its usual purpose - for his intended purpose - but maybe her demeanor is some kind of front or even a role playing device meant to attract a particular sort of partner.
He drifts closer still, tracing the gradient of soft cream to frosted ginger at her feathers tips with an increasingly sharpening gaze. "This place has a certain... reputation. Wouldn't want such a lovely creature as you to be... misled." Another lopsided grin, his nostrils flaring to draw in the warmth and closeness of her scent. "I could walk you home?" He offers, questions, eyes roaming the waves of honey colored mane falling down her shoulder and across the pale joint of her wings. Beautiful. "Or maybe you'd like to stay?"
In the back of his mind, the stallions companion silently spectates. He's never felt this wave of anticipation in the stallions mind before, this excitement. Normally everything about his bondeds barbed words and vulgar behaviors are spontaneous, not planned and joyously executed. This feeling of expectancy is new. The young python has no memory or previous experience to compare to and his bondeds intentions are frustratingly hidden from him, blurred behind a curtain of cognizant censure. 'What do?' He questions, but the stallion ignores him.
He supposes the serpent will learn exactly what do if things go well, but for now he need not witness the private fantasies of an old man, however enjoyable he'd likely find them.
OOC // @Sabia
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