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03-15-2017, 10:14 AM
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ALBRECHT and strom
The old black continues to smile through his lipless, turkey charade, even rumbling a low roll of laughter as the pythons innate fear subsides and allows him to enjoy the spectacle of his prodigiously petulant bonded carrying on in such a ridiculous manner. The snake uncoils himself, rising up on his limbless body like a sprouting stalk to watch the turkey-stallion and the ivory colored mare flounce around one another like two competing performers awaiting his judgment. One wobbles, another prances, and the last one sways along to the beat of their hooves drumming the stone underfoot, a light hearted and relatively peaceful collaboration until the mare stops her tip toeing, the perfect white of her muzzle reaching out to poke at the stallions illusion. Perhaps it’s that barest of touch, or perhaps the illusion has simply run its course, but at that very moment the spell is broken, suddenly dissipating with a shhsss of energy released, leaving not an impressive fan of poultry design beneath the mares quizzical lips, but the sallow ass end of the stallion himself. He freezes, front legs still splayed out in front of him, turning his head to stare up at the mare and the unflattering positions they now find themselves in. His lips twist into a wicked grin, only fractions of a second passing before his tail sweeps upwards, aiming to drag the tangled locks of its tip across the mares shoulder and over her withers. He squeals in a high soprano, a harsh sound that rings and carries across the open spaces of the Basin. Leaning back, he tries to press himself into whatever part of the mare is still close enough to touch. “Oh Beloved-“ He gasps, feigning shock and appall, his face a caricature of reaction and turned to his companion in conspiratorial glee. "I never knew you were so forward." He croons, the high notes of surprise in his voice replaced by a throaty rasp. "Talk." OOC // @Beloved One track mind, these two. xD Go on and take your piece of me, Blood or bone, No matter, I'll still be here when you're done. |
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