Distraction at its Best

Distraction at its Best

Ailith Posts: 47

Deceased

Mare :: Equine :: 15.0 HH :: 8

Adoptable

02-13-2013, 03:38 PM (This post was last modified: 02-13-2013, 03:39 PM by Ailith.)

No matter what we breed, we are still made of greed
This is my kindom come, this is my kindom come

Her gaze lifts momentarily, cooled in such a way that it might suggest indifference but she is not as apathetic as she appears. She smiles at his approach, openly inviting him despite her ravenous gaze. He is much larger than she which would not be such a surprise given her small stature but it would appear that her personality outshines his own. Her exaggerated movement does little to entice him and as he grows closer she tilts her small face toward his words. He is gentle and patient with her sudden interruption and she quietly thanks him for the courtesy before making an approach of her own. She does not intend to crowd him but instead assumes a place before him. Looking up into those eyes of amber she realizes that she quite envies his perseverance. However, this jealousy does not move her to words.

For a while she merely stares, amethyst gaze offering nothing but quiet misery. When she feels satisfied with the silence she looks away, turning that brilliant gaze towards the dunes behind him. “I seek attendance with someone of note as I wish to join these ranks.” Her words are much harsher than expected but it is not out of malignance, but more so an acquired habit. Even the way that she affixes her eyes to the surrounding swells of greenery would suggest contempt, but alas, she is just hardened.

Betwixt her lips, a smooth smile starts to form bearing yellowed teeth rotten from grazing. It would be rather fortunate to say that she was the only one who suffered from the stains of the victual, but her fate is shared among all those whose lips would find feast from the emerald stalks. Tender moments tick by and she wonders how he will respond. Would this adventure turn to chaos in a matter of seconds?