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03-10-2017, 09:19 AM
He’s already won, the proof of his triumph illustrated by the frustrated swing of the mares horn as she grasps his trickery - too late - and tries to cover the motion with an exaggerated stoop to retrieve the worthless token, her pride clearly wounded despite the diversion. Humor and a flush of victory permeate the stallions mind like an intoxicating high. "I assure you,” He grins wildly, unruly mouth living up to its own notorious standards of lewdness and indiscretion. "The crown jewels are perfectly intact." At this he straightens himself, stretching out and arching his thin neck as if posing for some scholarly review, his cracked and chipping hooves placed just so to provide the most favorable view of his masculine endowments. Staring with unabashed mischief, he rocks his hips, swaying the greasy, unkempt curtain of auburn hair running along his abdomen for even greater effect.
"Great black opals of unmatched quality and size." He proclaims, "Not an experience easily forgotten, but you’ve quite the temper on you for a princess.” The stallion shakes his head, tsk-tsking at the mare like a disappointed parent. "I’m afraid you’ll have to get a handle on that sort of thing before you’re allowed anywhere near such priceless artifacts." He steps forward, resuming a more relaxed outline, though careful still of the mares threatening reach, pointedly swinging his hindquarters away from her. "Wouldn’t want any accidents now would we?” Still openly watching the mares every movement, he shuffles backward, grinning and nodding as if politely excusing himself, though the suggestive rocking of his hips and the tongue that darts out to slide across his still grinning lips shatters any illusion of sincerity.
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Sheba I had to. xD
"Great black opals of unmatched quality and size." He proclaims, "Not an experience easily forgotten, but you’ve quite the temper on you for a princess.” The stallion shakes his head, tsk-tsking at the mare like a disappointed parent. "I’m afraid you’ll have to get a handle on that sort of thing before you’re allowed anywhere near such priceless artifacts." He steps forward, resuming a more relaxed outline, though careful still of the mares threatening reach, pointedly swinging his hindquarters away from her. "Wouldn’t want any accidents now would we?” Still openly watching the mares every movement, he shuffles backward, grinning and nodding as if politely excusing himself, though the suggestive rocking of his hips and the tongue that darts out to slide across his still grinning lips shatters any illusion of sincerity.
"Alby talks" 'Strom talks'
OOC // @Sheba I had to. xD
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