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09-01-2016, 08:34 AM
Albrecht
She decides to stay and whether the emphasis on her pronunciation of, ‘you,’ is real or imagined is less important than the fact that he hears it and that he interprets it as an acceptance of his unspoken solicitation, an open invitation to his advances. When the mares muzzle sweeps across his neck, quick and feather light, he nickers low in his throat, leaning into the warmth of her touch.
“What’s your name?” He murmurs, sidling over to the mares left side so that the wash rack grooves and ridges of his ribcage might bump against her folded wing, or should she lift it, her smaller frame. His hips and withers stand nearly a foot taller than her own, though narrower and made more prominent by his gauntness, giving him the freedom to reach over her back with his head and neck as he side steps, upper lip puckering to brush at the tawny silk of her mane.
It's difficult to discern without knowing her - and impossible without first bothering to consider the possibility that she might not want his greasy old charms turned in her direction - whether the visible twitching and jerking of her skin and ears is an indication of discomfort, inexperience, or excitement. He can see that she's fairly young, fully grown already but not yet into her prime - a delicate age - and so he wagers that her restlessness is just a mixture of emotions manifesting in different ways, making her seem uncertain and changeable from the outside.
His reactions are straightforward in comparison, brazen even, considering the breadth of his assumptions. His body, his masculine physique, responds to her closeness, to his presumption of her willingness, and to the flood of anticipation his own remembered experiences bring on. He admits to himself - and to the stunned silence at the back of his mind, his young companion observing in wide eyed fascination from across the meadow - that it's been a while since his last sexual foray, but the time between has done nothing to diminish his carnal knowledge or appetites.
OOC // @Sabia
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